Scene: Abby's bathroom. Where there is a scale. A SCALE! Mommy, what is that thing? Can I stand on it? I CAN?!?
Zoey: Mommy, how many do I weigh?
Me: 40 pounds. Nice, bug!
Zoey: Okay, your turn Mommy. Stand on here...now don't move...don't hold on to anything! You'll mess it up!
Me: Okay, okay. I'm standing still. I'm glad we don't have one of these in our bathroom. Mommy is not a fan of the scale.
Zoey: Mommy, your numbers are one...eeiigghhttt....
Me: ZOEY. That is not an eight. It is a THREE.
Zoey: Oops. Three. Right, Mommy!
This is an improvement over last week, when we were playing 'check-up' and Zoey had me hop up on the faux scale of her imagination, and promptly declared that I weigh 648 pounds. Then, to make me feel better, she followed up with a 'Good job, Mommy! You're growing nicely!'
Thanks, bug.
5 comments:
Will just loves our bathroom scale, and I wasn't sad at all when he broke it by jumping on it!
Oh the things kids say... :)
Hilarious! Last night I was told that I definitely need to do a better job with dinner so that I can be as big as Daddy. Note to self...do not take diet advice from 4yo who weighs 30lbs :)
i wish zoey could announce my weight every morning. it wouldn't feel bad at all if it was followed up with a "you're growing nicely!"
Laughing my ass off! Zoey is hilarious...
Perhaps you can spice it up with how tall you are? Mommy is, WHAT? 7'4"????
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