Anecdote: Getting Skinny

This particular story deserves a spot in my memory via this blog.  Last Saturday morning, as Sara and I were walking into the rec center, our conversation went like this:

Sara: "Mom, are you going to come into the play area with me?"
Me: "No, Mommy is going to go upstairs to work on getting skinny."  (Sidebar: I hate it when I say this type of thing to my impressionable little girl, but sometimes I let such phrases slip without thinking or filtering.)
Sara: "Okay.  When you are done getting skinny you can come get me."

Either she thinks such a feat is incredibly easy or she was prepared to play for a very long time.  Regardless, I got a little laugh out of her logic and her sweet innocence.