I was getting dressed this morning in my regulation Saturday work outfit – black leggings, a camisole and a long formalish tunic. V, who has no time to observe me on school days, usually lounges around as I get ready for work on Saturdays chatting with me. Today, she looked at me as I slipped on my camisole and said, “Mummy when you wear that pink vest, you look funny, like you have lot of tummies.” As I pulled my tunic on hurriedly (so that she got minimum viewing time) I guess she noticed that my smile had kind of frozen. As my confidence plummeted and I tried not to look in the mirror, she ran to me and hugged me with a, “Now you look beautiful mummy. See you only have to cover your tummies.” I managed to choke out a strangled “Thank you darling”, while I vowed to get her to pay for my therapy sessions when she starts earning.