A couple of weeks ago, Chloe had her 4-year old wellness check at the pediatrician's office. This year her check-up was a little different - she wore a hospital gown and the nurse gave her an eye test. I stood behind Chloe as she called out the different letters and symbols ready to whisper answers if need be (she didn't need any help). Also, the nurse had her draw shapes, hop on one foot and do jumping jacks. When the nurse checked her height and weight, she announced, "Chloe is 40-inches tall and 39.6 pounds." As I was about to proudly declare, "Isn't she tall for a Filipino-American?", Chloe quickly chimed in, "See Momma, I'm 39.6 pounds. I'm getting bigger!"
Ever since that doctor's visit, she gladly announces her weight when the opportunity arrises:
ME: Chloe, time to get in your pajamas.
CHLOE: Momma, can you put them on for me?
ME: You're a big girl now. You can do it.
CHLOE: That's right Momma, I'm 39.6---------------
"Daddy, I'm 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, ...39.6 . I like that number!"
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"I'm 39.6, I'm a giant!"
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I can't remember the last time I was overjoyed to see the number on the scale. What the heck, it's only a number, right. This morning, I stepped on the scale and it said - oh, to be 4-years old again.
