While we were living in an apartment, we didn’t know many of our neighbors, as I was one of the few stay-at-home moms around during the day. We did come to recognize many faces, though, even though not personally acquainted. One of these familiar faces belonged to a very heavy woman, whom my husband and three-year-old son found themselves standing behind in a grocery store check out line one fateful day. My son, who was eye level with her quite ample posterior, pointed and said, loud enough for everyone in line to hear, “Dad, is that a BIG BOTTOM?!” My husband said he about died on the spot, and quickly shushed our boy, who had no clue he’d just committed a serious social faux pas. The neighbor lady didn’t act as though she’d heard, so we have no idea what the fall out really was. But we always felt awkward, ever after, when we’d cross paths at our apartments.
Amy, mother of 5