Friday afternoon, Tripp and I went to Megan's soccer game. When the game was over, Megan and I started walking toward the car, but Tripp wanted to continue playing. Megan seemed to think that this was the perfect occasion to leave him...and insult me at the same time.
Megan: He's not looking, you should start running.
Me: I don't need to run.
Megan: (Silently glances at my belly.)
Me: What? Are you suggesting that I should run more often?
Megan: No. I was just noticing how much smaller it is than it used to be. * laughs maniacally *
Me: Nice, Megan. Real nice.
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