Matt's kids were in the office today, and I had to guess what age his boy was. I guessed a year high. I realized that guessing kids' ages is sort of like guessing women's weight: you can't win unless you're spot on. If you guess too high (or low, in the other case), you simultaneously flatter and imply that the real age (or weight) is somehow defective.
Not true for little kids.
Thursday, June 15, 2006
A tricky game
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Go to Europe, ask them for pants that will fit a kid who is 7 and then do the same in US. We are breeding a bunch of little fat bastards. This is right up there with global warming. Wider school buses are in the works...
az
Hey - have a great weekend. Soccer game sat at 2:30.
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