Isabella spies me checking the fit of my skirt at the waist and asks what is the matter.
As I pull the skirt to show her the new 1 1/2 - 2 inch gap, I say,
"Oh, my skirt just doesn't fit right. I might need to get a new one."
She grabs my hand with concern blurting out,
" Oh Mommy, you need some cheese cake right away! You're shrinking out of your clothes!"
As I laugh she gives me a questioning look, shrugs, and begins to laugh too!
