Sweet Thing

Sabrina walks up to me while I'm laying on the couch after dinner, slaps my belly and says "You're fat, Daddy. Daddy, you're fat. You're fat, Dad." And so on. I know it will only encourage her to insult strangers, but that cracks me up like a Dennis Miller special on HBO. I can listen to it all day long. I'd like to apologize in advance to the next portly person we come across at the park or the pool.