What My Toddler Thinks of Me

I generally take Ella with me to my doctor’s appointments. She’s fascinated by “listening to Mama’s baby” and also has discovered the drawer where the band-aids are kept, so, along with the sucker the doctor offers her at the end, she’s usually quite good.

A couple of weeks ago, as we were leaving the office, a woman joined us in the elevator and asked how far along I was. When I told her, she said, “Oh, you are so tiny!”

To which I replied, “Thank you,” feeling quite pleased.

Just before Ella piped up, “No, my mommy is HUGE!”

Oh well.