small

When you were born, you weighed 5 pounds, 15 ounces.
And when you left the hospital two days later, you weighed 5 pounds, 9 ounces.

Well, it seems that Ella is going to give you some competition.

Today the doctor told me that she is small. Really small. Almost worrisome small. We're going to get an ultrasound in two weeks to check her out and make sure she's all right. He said I probably just have small babies. So we won't freak out about it just yet.

But tonight, DAAAD didn't let me eat Cap'n Crunch for dinner. Perhaps all the chemicals? The sugar? The lack of genuine nutritional value? Instead he cooked me an egg sandwich and brought me a bowl of strawberries.
Sweet Daddy.