Casey had been putting on some weight lately, and couldn't quite figure out why. She had moved up two pant sizes and now even her new jeans were starting to feel tight; too tight.
Because she was a stable girl, she tried not to take notice of the change. Maybe if noone else noticed, she'd be alright...
"It's just hormones," She thought, shaking it off.
One night, when everyone had settled down to the dinner table, Marti, the littlest one sat up and asked, very loudly, "Daddy, is Casey preg-nant?"
Derek choked on his mashed potatoes, and George turned red and laughed nervously.
"No, of course not honey! No. Why, why, what gave you that idea?"
"I saw a picture of a preg-nant lady and she had a big, fat, belly like Casey!"
The table erupted in laughter, but Nora, Casey's Mother quieted down as soon as she saw her daughter's embarassed reaction.
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