As we were leaving a store today, I gave Elise a quarter to put in the Salvation Army bucket. You know how the Salvation Army has people outside of stores collecting money and ringing bells around the holidays. Well, I'm sure that job is very boring and it's probably annoying to have people avoid making eye contact with you all day, so as we paused to put the quarter in the bucket, the lady bell ringer struck up a conversation.
Eventually she asked, "How old is the little one?" indicating Clark.
"Two months." Her eyebrow shot up, so I added, "He's big for his age."
"How much did he weigh when he was born?"
"9 lbs, 5 oz."
"My daughter-in-law, she just had a 9 lb baby. He's 5 months old now and he already weighs 17 POUNDS! Can you believe that? 17 POUNDS! He just eats and eats and eats all day long..." blah blah blah.
I didn't bother to mention that Clark is already 15 lbs and putting on about 3/4 of a pound every week.
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