Diet Starts Tomorrow, Take 6

Being anatomically demonstrative, Ryan likes to lift up his shirt at the table. Perhaps to see the where the food goes. Perhaps to invite a tickle that never comes. Perhaps to keep his mother from having to wash napkins (shirt'll do fine, thanks).

But we always tell him to put his shirt down, lest the Pope or Janet Jackson or someone is over for dinner.

"I have a belly!" he told us today at breakfast.

"Yes," said his grandmother. "We all do. Some big, some small."

He pointed at me.

"BIGGEST!"