How do you know it’s time to shed a few pounds?

When your teenage son starts poking at your double chin, fascinated as he watches the fat swaying in the sunlight.

Of course I was gracious and tried to give him an easy out by asking if it was that noticeable.

Matter of factly he responded, “Well, your neck does look like a turkey’s.”

Hmm.

Then he pointedly asked me, “Would you rather have a son that told the truth, or a non-son who didn’t tell the truth?”

Hmm.

Proverbs of a 13-year-old.

Can’t decide if I should be a proud momma for having a truth-telling son and respond by hopping on the treadmill, or be humiliated and stuff myself with the microwave fudge from yesterday.

Hmm.