Yesterday I went to pick up Muffin Man from daycare and saw another mom and her son as they were coming out. Her son only recently moved up to the toddler room. He's about 22 months. She's carrying him.
Me: "Oh my goodness, how he's grown!"
Her: "Yes, and he's walking so well too."
Him: (Stretches out arms for me to take him)
Me: "Can I?"
Her: "Sure!" (I do)
People. This boy is heavy.
Me: "Holy Guacamole! What a big boy you are!"
Her: "35 pounds."
Her: "Your son is getting so tall."
Me: "Yes, I'm living vicariously through my tall son."
People. My son is 2 years older, 1 and a half feet taller and 5 pounds lighter than her son. And her son isn't FAT, he's dense. I swear, she's feeding him lead weights or something. But he's awfully cute.
Through My Glasses, Dorkily
5 years ago