What an ornery little cranky difficult child is today. He told me I was a beef jerky (I replied, "Moooo" and he said that was not what it meant) and that since it would get me mad if he told me what that meant, he will explain it to me. "Beef means you are fat. Jerky means you are a jerk." He then asked, "Do you think you are fat?" "It doesn't matter what I think. I suppose I am." "No you are not." (He is going to make a wonderful husband some day because I am definately fat). "You are just overweight" (well, maybe just a little on the wonderful side to be a husband?) "That is too bad that you have to have a beef jerky mom." "What?" "It must be a bummer to have such a terrible beef jerky of a mom." "You are mean!" "So?" "You are mean!!!" "Not much I can do about that."