I took George to breakfast last weekend when Chuck was picking up the other two kids from his parents house. It was really a nice quiet weekend, although I didn't get much work done. I decided to go to this little joint called Fuzzy's Tacos. Yum. I ordered Migas and as I was getting my coffee, the woman who took my order came over and asked how much George weighed. I said, "Oh, about 22 pounds." She asked, "How old is he?" I responded proudly, "Six months old." She said, "My little girl is 11 months old and only weights 17 pounds. Is there something wrong with him?" I paused for a fraction of a second before responding, "Oh, no. He's fine. He's just a big boy." Honestly, I was a bit offended that she would ask something like that. He's not that big. He doesn't look like he is a giant or anything. He's just a healthy boy - still on the percentile charts at the pediatrician's office. And the doctor has never voiced any concern about George's weight. I couldn't believe a stranger asked me that! Then she followed up that question with, "Well, does he eat a lot?" I started to take a tone with her as my eyebrows furrowed and I said, "Uh, no. He eats just like other kids his age." I was a bit hacked. I wanted to tell her that George could squash her little runt 11 month old, but clearly I'm a nicer person than that. Good heavens. What happened to manners? It's like people don't even think about what they are saying anymore.
We also have some friends who have small children (and the parents are obviously petite as well). The father comments on how huge our kids are compared to his. In fact, before Chuck and I ever popped out kids (and when I was still quite in shape), Bryan spanned my wrist with his fingers and said, "Wow, you guys are going to have big babies. Your kids will be able to kick our kids' asses." (he's just like that.) I was a little offended though that he thought I was so "big." I've gotten over that, but the conversation continues now that we both have three kids and it is obvious that my kids could easily sit on his kids and win a fight. (Notably, his kids are rougher than mine- more wiry and mean).
Still, no mom wants to hear about any perceived defect in her children - even if it is obvious, because you can't really change the physical attributes of your own child (even though George has already had plastic surgery). What I do want to know is if my kid is being a little shit and needs a behavior modification. I hate whining, I will not tolerate hitting, biting, screaming, hair pulling, swinging the cat by her tail, etc. So, if my kid is impolite, let me know. But, if you think my kid is ugly or defective - keep it to yourself.
I wish the waitress from Fuzzy's was reading this. Ugh! I'm still appalled that she would ask me if there was something wrong with my precious George.