I have been taking a kickboxing class for the past 3 weeks at our local parks and rec center. It is really fun and I have really been enjoying it, I've been sore, but truly loving it. Well, this morning after kickboxing, my lower neck/shoulder blade was sort of hurting. A sore muscle or something, actually, I think I slept crazy. Anyway, I was getting the girls their morning oatmeal ready and I was trying a new trick my friend Wendy posted on her blog. There is an old Polish remedy for sore muscles, you take a flax seed gel tablet, cut it open, rub it on your sore body, cover with a warm cloth, and
wha -
laa. Better. So I tried it today.
I was scantily clad on the upper part of by body so I could gain access to my sore neck/shoulder blade and so I wouldn't get oil on my shirt. While they were eating, I was rubbing oil on my neck/shoulder blade. Kelsey asked me what I was doing and I told her the whole story. She watched me for a minute or so and then this conversation
occurred.
Kelsey: Mom, I don't think it is a sore muscle, I think it is fat.
Me: Oh thanks honey, that makes me feel better. ( I really wanted to give her the we don't say "fat" lecture, but I didn't. She has heard it a few times already.)
Kelsey: Sorry Mom, you know what I mean, that sore spot is just a lump of fat though, not muscle.
Me: (Dirty look) Tell me what you mean. (Thinking, what LUMP??)
Kelsey: (Trying hard to talk fast so I would feel better about being called fat quicker) Well, you know if you were a deer and we shot you and skinned you, well, we wouldn't eat that part of you that is sore.
Me: So do we eat the fat or muscle of a deer?
Kelsey: Muscle, that is why we wouldn't eat that part of you if you were a deer. It would be white, not red when we took your skin off.
I smiled and ended the conversation. So there you all have it, an anatomy lesson, a manners lesson, and a deer skinning lesson, all over brown sugar oatmeal this morning! Actually, lack of manners lesson!
Oh, and she also told me after the mom-is-a-big-fat-nasty-deer-conversation "You know you are not supposed to have that." She was referring to a little blitz of color on my milky white skin, normally well hidden from view.
Me: Well, I got it before President
Hinckley told us not to.
Kelsey: Well, does it wash off?
Me: No
Goosie, it does not wash off.
Kelsey: Yes it does or else it would be the kind you get poked a 100 times with a needle to get.
Me: (Astonished at her knowledge of the fine art of tattooing) Mom did get poked with a needle a bunch of times, it is stuck there forever, and how do you know about all this?
Kelsey: Bentley told me. He was poking everyone with colored pencils a long time ago in school to make
tattoos.
So there you go again folks, if you don't know something, ask a
Kindergartner!