That's when she said it.
"Mom, why is your arm doing that?" she questioned.
Not knowing what in the world she could be talking about I answered, "Doing what, Ab?"
She quickly replied, "Well, when you are waving to dad, the bottom part is jiggling."
Horrified I screeched, "Jiggling?!?!?"
Sensing my hysteria and trying to assuage the situation she countered, "Well, not really jiggling, just moving back and forth."
Personally, I think that jiggling may be better than waving back and forth when it comes to flabby triceps.
I was quiet for a few moments pondering this new tidbit of information. Information that I probably would have never discovered on my own. Correction. Information that would have made me happy never to discover. (There is a reason why the phrase 'Ignorance is Bliss' is popular with moms.)
Ab's quiet voice brought me back to reality. "Mom, should I have not said anything?"
At that moment, I made a decision. I sucked it up. I smiled, and then I said, "Well, Ab I suppose that if I can't be fabulous, then I'll have to settle for flabulous."
She giggled. Then I giggled. And pretty soon we both had tears in our eyes from laughing.
Then I realized something. You can't be vain when you are a mom. Because if you are, all of your little problems will be magnified and broadcast to the world in all of their flabulous glory. . . complements of the ones that love you the most.
But in their eyes, they see the fabulous and not the flab.