Today I was very empathetic toward Mommy, who looks like she's sprouting a watermelon-sized tumor on her tummy. Here are a few examples:
1) As Mommy and I were going down the stairs, I informed her, "You don't have to pick me up. You're too fat, and I'm not a baby anymore!"
2) When Mommy's belly crashed the dining table against the wall, I turned to her and asked, "Do you need help? I worry about you!"