I am sorry. I am so very sorry that I kicked your jiggly, floppy butt into gear yesterday.
I know that you can not walk down the stairs, sit on the toilet, or tie your shoes. And heaven forbid, do NOT get down in a crouch...'cuz I know you'll be stuck like that, forever. I'm sorry that you can't cross your legs and that shopping was so utterly painful that you wanted to cry like a baby.
But, really, it's for your own good. I know you can't understand that now, with your "jiggly" all sore and stuff, but you'll thank me for this later.
When you aren't so jiggly.
I promise...you will thank me for this later.
Someday, when you look like this:
Um...okay...you can stop laughing now...
All my love,