When 17 year olds discuss your (non existent) belly flab

A couple of weeks ago our little family went to a Liberation festival in the centre of The Hague. There was a lot of music and a special area for kids (read: where too many children are supposed to do uncoordinated coordinated activities but are totally going crazy accompanied (but not supervised) by their angry looking parents.

Anyway.

My husband took the kids to one of those horrifying activities (jumping pillow) for children and I strolled a little bit behind them. Did I say it was raining slightly too? Yeah. Suddenly this cute young man (about 17 or 18 years) walks up to me and asks me if I have some time.

I think he's from some sort of charity and I say:

"Sure" (I am glad not to be the one between the 100 other screaming kids where my husband is).

I wave at my husband who's now taking Monkey's shoes of so he can get on the jumping pillow. And sign him I'll catch up with him later.

The kid introduces himself, he's a little nervous and has apparently decided to try a little chit chat before coming to the point where he'd ask me money. So he looks at me, asks me if I have children and how old they are.

I say "I have a 3 y/o boy and a 1 y/o little girl".

And he says:

"Oooh, so than that post pregnancy belly flab must be gone by now"

I am not even joking.

So I think: OK where is the camera? And I look around if I see a camera crew between all the kids.

Than I burst into laughing.

"You've got to be kidding me!" I say.

But he goes on "No, really, I know women they always complain about belly fat after pregnancy"

"OK, stop there. I warn him. " (still laughing) "I am sure that if you would have said that to any other woman, you'd probably have two black eyes right now."

"But do you do sports?" he asks.

By now I am expecting Ashton Kutcher to reveal the cameras but no such luck.

I think my look kinda makes him realize he should come to the point.

I let him finish his talk about the charity and promise him to check their website online.

When I walk to my husband and children I tell them what happened. And than the weather gods decided to end the horrible child activities and lets rain come down like Niagara Falls.

We fled to a Mexican restaurant where an over sized sombrero ate our baby

and we drank large Mexican beers.

(excuse the lame quality camera phone pics)

I think of the kid and hope he takes my advise. Or else he'll definitely be the pinata with one of the ladies he's trying to befriend!

And for the record: I do not have a belly flab.