3.30 p.m. on a free Wednesday afternoon
Big boy: “You’re not fat at all.”
Little boy: “Look at my belly on the picture.”
Big boy: “No, look here at my belly.”
Little boy: “You haven’t got a belly at all.”
Big boy: “But, if I press it between my fingers. It looks the same.”
Little boy: “I won’t eat any more.”
Big boy: “Come on. Eat your mars.”
Little boy: “No, I won’t. And I won’t eat any more.”
Big boy: “It’s how mom took the picture. Your belly is not fat.”
Little boy: “It is…!”
Big boy: “Don’t feel bad.”
Little boy: “I feel bad…!”
Big boy: “Look at you. You’re perfect.”
Little boy: “I’m not.”
Big boy: “Don’t say that…”
Little boy: “Hmm…”
Big boy: “Mom, tell him please…!”
Mom: “It’s all my fault. You’re not fat at all.”
Mom: “I didn’t take a good picture.”
Big boy: “You see… my dear brother…!”