When people in the grocery store, at church, or at any social function, meet G for the first time a three part conversation ensues. The exchange
always goes like this:
Part 1-Person A: Gushing exclamation about extreme cuteness of baby G.
Me: "Thank you" or some variation.
Part 2-Person A: Oohh, how old is he?
Me: States current age, rounded to the nearest month.
Part 3-
Person A: Wow! He's really big!
Me: Yeah, sometimes a joke about eating.
I know all the constant gushing about how cute his is should make my mom feathers get all poofy with pride, but instead they only get a little ruffled since I know what's coming next. Yeah, I know he's in the 97% for height and weight. Yeah, my 16 month old niece is almost the same height and weight as him. I know he's big. But really, what do you say to that? It's a little hard to have to hear how huge your child is all the time. I guess I should just be grateful that they always start with his cuteness. That means it's his most striking feature, right?
Well, here's a picture, you can figure it out for yourself.