shut up, kid

So this morning, as we're getting ready for school, the Little Ballerina is running in circles around the kitchen island. Then she stops, and gazes at me.

"You have a big butt."

"What did you say?"

"You have a big butt. But I still love you."

Now, I know when I was pregnant, I ordered one of those respectful kids, who would call me ma'am and do dishes. I'm going to have to file a complaint.