Fat kids walking here!

I came across this photo that I took with my iPhone a few weeks ago. I can't remember what magazine this came out of but Janelle gets the credit for showing it to me. Kudos to the wife for finding little gems like this...ahem **cough cough**...big gems like this.

I decided to look for the actual ad in a magazine, hoping by chance it would be searchable by The Greatness, that is google search. Unfortunately, I will never know because I was sidetracked by the copious amounts of material on the internet about child obesity. Oh, the horrors of tubby toddlery. When will the tyrannical rule of big business advertisements end? WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?

I tippy-toed through some of the material looking for my golden goose and happened upon another. Shall I enter your brain and push the absurdity and hilarity buttons? Come, let us make fun of the world together.

Today's blessing of fate comes from Mothering Magazine and tells us how to teach children about "size acceptance." Hehehehe, my insides are spilling out in the form of smiles.

Allow me to quote Nancy Summer's approach to teaching children about size acceptance:

"Nancy Summer, a leader in the size-acceptance movement, actually invites children to insult her during the workshops she conducts with sixth graders. Nancy herself is very large, and the children hesitate to insult her. However, in one class a girl looked her in the eye and said, “Horse!” Nancy asked the class to keep the animals coming. “Whale! Elephant!” they yelled. “Cow! Pig!” She joyfully wrote all of these animals down, then discussed with the class how beautiful these animals really were in their own rights."

"She's a huge..." -Duece Bigalow, Male Gigalo

Now, let just qualify for a moment. Nancy's approach is unorthodox, direct, and may be very effective. However...However...I just want to be there when she does this. I want to see the first kid break the silence. I also would like to be there when the "You're mom.." jokes become "You're so fat..." I think our kids might become better insulters.

Can you imagine being the teacher in this classroom? Your students, all of whom have heeded some control or another during the day, exploding in an uproar of "BEHEMOTH!" or acting out what a pig looks and sounds like, would kill me. I could not keep from laughing.

At first, I would feel bad for Nancy, but then I would see she has a thick skin.