Me to family at supper: "I found out today I've gained 15 pounds so far."
Henry (snarky tongue firmly in cheek):"Wow. The baby weighs 15 pounds already?"
Me: "Uh, no, smartass child. The baby weighs, like, 9 ounces."
Henry: "So that means you're gonna gain, like, 200 pounds by the time this is all over?"
Tuesday
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Often, Henry stories remind me of Willie.
becky
Thinking he better learn new, improved responses to such comments before he grows up and has a pregnant wife ;)
Don't you think that your disgust at the thought of possibly being mistaken as a "fat, middle aged [and therefore it goes without saying] loser who has given up on herself" last month might have something to do with that?
I think he just earned an extra shift of diaper duty!
I think making him look at all the photos/charts of 'baby at x months" and learn what happens to a woman's body during pregnancy would be a really good way to keep him from getting someone pregnant...plus diaper duty.
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