Say what?

Kids can be brutally honest, but I still take their words with a grain of salt and try not to get depressed over the things they say. Winter has asked me more than once, things like:

"Why is your belly so fat? Is there a baby in there?"

Well, today I was feeling pretty good about my exercise habits when she said:

"How come you have a little bit of skinny legs?"

My pride got crushed pretty fast though, when not 30 minutes later she asked:

"Why are you getting so old?"

(referring to my mushy skin on my post 3-pregnancy belly)

I guess all I can do is answer these kinds of questions without any hint of emotional response, and maybe, just maybe, they won't remember their mom isn't perfect.