Favorite parenting advice of the week, during our regular family-swim session:

"Gotta watch that kid's fat intake."

Um, ok, guy at pool. I'll cut him off the breastmilk.

Granted that my 32-pound 8-month-old looks hilarious in a bathing suit, and that this guy wasn't a parent at all but someone using the weight machines, but come on. This is why I don't listen to parenting advice. It might be why I pretend I don't speak English when we're trying to relax in the spa from now on...