The Littles Came with me to Mister's check-up. Everything looked good, and we all loved hearing the tiny heartbeat. The Littles were very polite to the nurse, who could just not get over the pair of them.
Nurse: "They're not sisters, are they?"
C: "They are."
Nurse: "REAL sisters?! They can't be!"
C: "... they're sisters."
Nurse (pointing at Miss, on my lap): "That one's the oldest, then?"
C: "No, She's the little sister. She's two, Her sister is four."
Nurse (with drama): "FOUR!?!"
Little One: "Yep! Soon I'm gonna be five!"
Nurse: "Well. I never. I never seen. Who could believe that child is four."
Then, conspiratorially- but still right in front of Little One- "Something wrong with Her?"
C: "...I'm sorry? No."
Nurse: "I mean, what's she got? She's tiny. Like, teeny tiny. Is she even on the growth chart? Is she even close? Can you believe she would be so small?! They are practically the same size! And the other one ain't big."
Little One is sitting two feet away, slowly munching an apple and listening very carefully. Miss is on my lap, frowning deeply. She has a feeling something about this exchange isn't quite right. She looks at Her sister, at the nurse, at me.
C: "Well. We can't all be big and tall. Someone's got to hold down the other end of that chart. She is pretty small, that's true. Don't let that fool you, though. She's small, but fierce! Isn't that right, Little One?"
Little One grins, slyly. She gives the nurse a cocky wink and a nod.
LO: "Yep. That's me all right!"
The nurse laughs. "I see it! You're a feisty one, huh?"
Little One (hand on a hip, still smiling): "You got that right!" And takes an emphatic crunch! on Her apple.
We all laughed and went on with the appointment.
It's true that Little One is little. Truth be told, She hits the third percentile on that chart (after a big lunch, soaking wet). She wears a size five shoe and is still comfy in most 2T clothing. I'm not going to pretend She isn't smaller than most kids Her age. But I'm not going to say there's anything wrong with Her, either. There isn't.
Nurse: "They're not sisters, are they?"
C: "They are."
Nurse: "REAL sisters?! They can't be!"
C: "... they're sisters."
Nurse (pointing at Miss, on my lap): "That one's the oldest, then?"
C: "No, She's the little sister. She's two, Her sister is four."
Nurse (with drama): "FOUR!?!"
Little One: "Yep! Soon I'm gonna be five!"
Nurse: "Well. I never. I never seen. Who could believe that child is four."
Then, conspiratorially- but still right in front of Little One- "Something wrong with Her?"
C: "...I'm sorry? No."
Nurse: "I mean, what's she got? She's tiny. Like, teeny tiny. Is she even on the growth chart? Is she even close? Can you believe she would be so small?! They are practically the same size! And the other one ain't big."
Little One is sitting two feet away, slowly munching an apple and listening very carefully. Miss is on my lap, frowning deeply. She has a feeling something about this exchange isn't quite right. She looks at Her sister, at the nurse, at me.
C: "Well. We can't all be big and tall. Someone's got to hold down the other end of that chart. She is pretty small, that's true. Don't let that fool you, though. She's small, but fierce! Isn't that right, Little One?"
Little One grins, slyly. She gives the nurse a cocky wink and a nod.
LO: "Yep. That's me all right!"
The nurse laughs. "I see it! You're a feisty one, huh?"
Little One (hand on a hip, still smiling): "You got that right!" And takes an emphatic crunch! on Her apple.
We all laughed and went on with the appointment.
It's true that Little One is little. Truth be told, She hits the third percentile on that chart (after a big lunch, soaking wet). She wears a size five shoe and is still comfy in most 2T clothing. I'm not going to pretend She isn't smaller than most kids Her age. But I'm not going to say there's anything wrong with Her, either. There isn't.
Long hair, short stride
Small feet, wide eyes.
Grand in personality, diminutive in size.
Just the way She is, She's just right.
William fluctuates between the 3rd and 5th percentile. Not everybody is big and just like you said, somebody has to be at the end! :) As the shortest adult member of this family, I must say there are many perks to being small. Pretty high heels being one of them.
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness, I would have looked at her square in the eyes, and asked her what is wrong with her. "Is there something wrong with you? Did you not learn tact? There is no way you could naturally not know those are awful things to say in a child's presence, without something being wrong with you?" Ha! One thing I do know about that nurse...she is not a mother!
ReplyDeleteLO is prefect, she would not be as awesome if she wasn't EXACTLY how she is now!
BTW, love the poem...short and sweet like LO!