Dace sat his mother down last night and suggested, none too gently, that she was getting a bit tubby and she really should think about ordering something like Lite'n'Easy so she could lose some weight.

He then proceeded to give her the whole advertising spiel about convenience, feeling better and looking great.

What's funny is that, on a bad day, Firstborn the ex-gymanst is a size 12 (US 10).

When I asked him if he thought I was fat (and yes, I am). He said "No Nana. You're just right."

Isn't he precious?

Of course, his mother doesn't think so...hehehehe