Why you shouldn’t play with the fat kid.

Yesterday when I fetched my kids from school first thing my daughter said was mommy, my brother is playing with the fat kid! I told her that I’m glad he made a friend and what she said next shocked me: But mommy, you said we’re not allowed to play with fat kids.

After 2 minutes of silence while I tried to rack my brain about why I would ever say such a thing I remembered that years ago when my daughter was about 4 there was a horrible little boy (ok not little, he was 4 but looked about 6 and weighed double what she did) He used to intimidate the others and later no one wanted to play with him. My daughter felt sorry for him and asked him if he wants to be her friend and then he slapped her. The next day I stormed in to school and told him that if he touches my daughter again I will break his arm, in my fury I might have said to her that she shouldn’t play with the fat kid. She took it to mean any fat kid, ever!

For the last 9 years my daughter picked her friends based on their weight

I’m not even going to ask if that makes me a bad mother.

Why you shouldn’t play with the fat kid.