Wes is in China, working, eating pigeon, and hiking the Great Wall.
Tuesday night, the girls and I walked to our local pizzeria. It was beautiful weather, and we sat outside, sipping Sprite (them) and beer (me). All was right with the world. Then Vivi noticed the overweight middle-aged woman sitting behind her.
“She’s fat!” she announced.
A fervent conversation ensued in the bathroom.
I knew Viv got the point when yesterday, at the gelateria (and no, we don’t live in Italy, we’re just lucky to have good food in Chapel Hill), we heard a beautiful young woman speaking Portuguese to her brother. Lily’s ears pricked up, her head turned, and we began a conversation about where Brazil is and what language is spoken there.
Vivi, turning to take in the girl, said, “She is not fat!”