Dear Libby, I’m going to be straight-up here and say four scares me a bit. There’s no pretending you’re a baby, or even a toddler, anymore.
Remember Bill Cosby’s Kids Say the Darndest Things? I reckon I could make a whole television series based on my own daughter’s pearls of wisdom.
My hips have widened, my thighs touch and my belly… well, it’s a mass of wrinkled, puckered and stretched skin.