Today I Got a Wake-up Call

Luis, the youngest at home who I am so fund of calling Lil' Patutuy, came to me this morning while I was checking my mails. I thought at first that it was something that he wanted from the magazine that he's been obsessing about since we started subscribing.

"Maggie?"

"Yeah?"

"I need to talk to you one day." (My kids always refer to time as "one day". At this context, "one day" was used as "now"."

"What is it about?"

"I want to be piggy."

"What do you mean piggy?"

"Like biggy tummy?"

I was stopping myself from laughing because he looked so damn serious about what he wanted to tell me. "Why so?"

"Kasi, you and Sofia are piggy."

I admit that lately I haven't been watching what I eat. Work kept me in a lifestyle that gives me too little time - to cook at home so we have been making take-out tycoons richer than ever and
too little effort left to do physical activities that doesn't include looking at the camera at the lab.

I am guilty because I have felt that my 4-year old boy feels the pressure that he has to gain weight (as fast as we do) to keep up that as if "being a piggy" will make him feel he belongs.