My inflated ego

It is nice to get an ego boost every once in awhile. An unsolicited compliment. Some sort of external nod of approval for how you look. If you have children (or beasts similar to mine), a boat load of fawning will not fix the vocalized observations they share:

"Daddy has bigger boobies than you" (yes, this may actually be just as awful for said 'Daddy', sorry hon, but misery loves company)

"Push-ups are harder for you because you weigh extra more right"? (I had been blaming old volleyball injuries...)

"You didn't do up your coat because you have a nice layer of fat..." (At least it's nice...but it was mostly because we were LATE)

"There was colour in your olden days wasn't there?" (On the plus side, the entire hockey team and parents got to hear that one) 

"You have crinkles near your eyes Mom...good for you!" (Yep...yay me!)

"It's funny how your bum jiggles...do it again Mom!...shake it!" (I aim to please)

"You played competitive sports!?...Weren't there any athletes?" (I was able to stop myself from sayin 'F#<k you'...win for parenting)

On my way out the door, scrambling to shove my mass of messy hair into a ball cap: "You don't need to look good, Dad loves you anyways"... (Word.)

I really should be thankful for my children ensuring my ego doesn't inflate to grotesque proportions...what with media, marketing and advertising always telling me how gorgeous and perfect I am.... Oh wait... 

Stay happy and healthy

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