After dinner last night, Jack lifted up his shirt and declared, "Look at my belly. It's fat. I have a fat belly." I assured him that I didn't think his belly was fat, but that maybe he was just full. He kept poking at his belly and responded, "No, Momma come examine it closer."
A short time later Jay suggested we head downtown for some dessert. Jack said, "I don't want dessert. I'm so full my stomach is mad. If I have ice cream, it will make my stomach madder."
Then a few moments after that, Jack stated, "Can we go get ice cream now? My stomach isn't mad anymore- it's happy!"