Last night I was in the kitchen eating a sad salad because I’ve had way too many fattening delicious things lately when Charlotte came in and walked behind me. The next thing I know she was slapping my butt and shouting “mama butt! butt! butt!” and then she started slapping it harder and then began shouting “big butt!” And then she walked away laughing.
And this, my friends, is why I was eating a salad.