Gain

Whenever Julie is not pregnant, she's a pretty small person. I can pick her up easily, twirl her around, cradle her like a baby, and toss her in the air. Last night I picked her up just to show her I could.

"I'm fat," she said.

"Hnnn," I replied, then put her down.

She extended her bottom lip. "Fatty."

"No, you're [gasp] not fat. Here, I'll do it again." I offered my arms.

"It's okay. You don't need to prove to me that you're strong."

Later I found her upstairs brushing her teeth. "Am I ungainly?" she said while trying not to drool toothpaste.

"No, you're very...gainly. You gain...pounds."

"Shut it."