I took my son to the doctors last week. Remember when I was whining about that?
Well. It went fine. He is x inches tall and weighs x pounds. I have no idea what the numbers are. They are on the sheet of paper that the nurse gave me when I left. But, he is perfectly healthy.
One thing that the doctor said during the 42 seconds that he was in the room for was this: “So, he’s a short guy huh? You worried about that?”
Assuming the doctor was not blind and he could see me standing two feet in front of him (all five foot two and a half inches of me) that question seemed, well, stupid.
Is there medication one should take for shortness or something? Is there a support group we can join? Are you a real doctor?
I suppose the issue of height effects boys more than it does girls, but still. He could have at least said something so braindead to me alone and not in front of Max. So, instead I told him that the tallest person of his parents, grandparents and great grandparents is five foot nine and it’s just the burden we must carry.
Still, someday Max is going to pass me up in height. Then hopefully he will feel like a giant. 😉