Rotund
Last night I lifted up my pajama top so Denny could sing his nightly song to Bisquito, and he said:
“You are round. You are rotund.”
How nice of him to notice. Now if he could just haul it around for me for a while, everybody would get to live the joy.
I’m glad you lifted up the top. Otherwise it would’ve been like poor little Bisqui was listening to the teacher talk on a Peanuts TV special. “Muaw muaw muaw muaw muaw.”
Also, kudos to Denny for bulking up young Clarke-Crall’s vocab pre-arrival.