You all know that I came into this world weighing 8 pounds, 14 ounces. I was really self conscious because everyone kept calling me big and huge so I went on a diet. I dropped 14 ounces in about three days and finally landed at a slim 8 pounds.
Unfortunately, I didn't know that this was stressing mommy out. She kept feeding me and feeding me and my weight sorta hovered around 8 pounds, 1 ounce. Mommy thought I inherited daddy's metabolism. Apparently he can eat anything and not gain weight. That's an awesome super power! I'd trade my adamantium claws for that any day!
Anyway...daddy took me to the pediatrician on Friday and I weighed my slim 8 pounds, 1 ounce. When I went back on Monday, I weighed 8 pounds, 10 ounces! OMG! What happened!
someone (ahem, grandma?) must be putting creatine in your bottles! can you hook me up with some of that stuff?
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ReplyDelete@Kyden: I'll see if I can hook you up with the creatine if you can hook me up with your cute cousin! I like older women!
ReplyDeleteoh, and after you master the bubble-blowing, i'll teach you how to spit. girls dig it.
ReplyDeleteYou kids are so funny!
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