"I'm NOT saying you're fat."

Bought Wilder a new mattress yesterday. New sheets. New pillow. Washed every piece of bedding and  put it all back. Comfy and inviting. He was so excited.

And last night he slept in bed with me.

The mattress is too hard, he says.

This morning, I get up and tell him I'm going to go lie in his bed to see how bad it is. As I'm walking into his room ...

"OK, mom, but if it's more comfortable for you, it's because you're heavier."

"I know, Wilder."

"What I'm trying to say is ..."

"I know, Wilder. It's fine. I know what you're saying."

"I'm NOT saying you're fat. Or big."

"I know."

"You sure?"

"Yes, kiddo."

He's a good boy.

Also, right now ...