Fat

Reagan and I were just talking upstairs, and I said something about how I felt really fat today. Reagan said, "You're not fat, mommy. Your butt is just fat, but you're not." Isn't she sweet?

Also, we went to Spa La-di-da today with Ellen, Hannah and Sidney. While we were waiting to go back, Reagan kept grabbing the stuff she wanted to buy, and I told her to put it all back. She came back to me with her hands buried in her pockets. I asked her what she had in her pockets, and she said it was just her hands. Then I asked if she had put something in her pockets to try to steal it, and she said no. Then I pulled her hands out and checked her pockets and found lip gloss in each pocket. And I told her not to lie and not to steal. I don't think she learned her lesson.

Then when we were leaving the mall, we saw some policemen walking around, and Reagan got scared. I told her they were good guys and not to be scared. Then she asked me if it's dark in jail, and I told her that I didn't really know since I'd never been to jail, but I thought they had lights. She told me that wasn't true, and I asked how she knew since she's never been to jail, and she told me she had. She and her friend Carissa went some time. So I guess she's still a liar.