Today I was at the grocery store. The male cashier asked how old "we" are. I supposed he wanted Washington's age, not my age added to Washington's. I responded he is almost 1. He said the usual, "He is small." I nodded, I already know :). He then continued, "My son was so small when he was a baby. His mother worried about it so much. But, he is a big boy now. He is _______" and rattles off his height and weight which I will not include. I say something generic like, "Oh that's good." But my brain is doing some math.
A certain male I know is under the quoted weight by 55 pounds and has 6 inches on this man's son. Another certain male I know is 2 inches taller and over a 100 pounds lighter. Now both of these males are certianly slender. So the son IS big, but perhaps too big for the height. I don't tell the poor guy any of this of course. I do go home and calculate his BMI (yes, I'm weird like that). I'm hoping he got his numbers wrong! This is not the kind of big I'm hoping Washington will be :).
