Kids say the darndest things... I work as a nanny, and last summer I interviewed for a new position. My potential charges were 1 and 3 years old (both boys), and I met them and their mother in a nearby park/playground so we could all get to know each other. I arrived early and sat on a bench enjoying the fresh air and warm weather. Soon I saw them arriving and went to greet them and introduce myself. My first thought was, "Thank god they're all normal sized"! (I've worked for fatties in the past and it's a nightmare being expected to indulge the kids with all kinds of chips, sodas, and sugary treats for their after school snacks while they gape at the TV (not to mention having my place of employment be a literal pig sty). The 3-year-old and I hit it off and we ran around the playground for a while. (Thin privilege is being able to easily keep up with young children even when you're in your mid-50s.) The mother and I talked, and it was overall a delightful hour or so. When things winded down and we walked together back to our cars, the 3-year-old began skipping ahead of us and chanting loudly, "Not fat! Not fat!" over and over. I stifled a laugh but wasn't sure why he was saying this and I guess the mother caught my look of confusion. When I caught her eye to see what she made of her son's behavior, she looked really embarrassed and said, "I am so sorry!  This is embarrassing and I'm not sure how to explain it, but... well... I think he's relieved you're not fat!". I burst out laughing and said something about how kids have no censor and will just say what's on their mind, they don't know they're being rude (although I didn't see his behavior as rude at all, I loved it haha), I wasn't offended, etc. She looked relieved and said, "He loves most of the teachers at his preschool... well not most, but some of them. Actually a lot of them are pretty heavy and he says the fat ones are always mean to the kids and now he has decided that he doesn't like fat people and I guess he was worried -- before we met -- that you would be fat and therefore "mean".  She looked mortified to be explaining it, but I just kept a small smile and nodded my head to let her know that I wasn't the least bit offended. (I am tiny myself.) I ended up being offered, and accepting, the position and I could not be happier. I am absolutely crazy about this family and the best part is they're all human-sized, with the splendid lifestyle to boot.