God's Joke?
It's God's idea of a joke. I'm trying (as always) to lose weight and now I'm supposed to fatten up my son. He had his annual check-up in August and he's in the 25th percentile for weight. That means 75% of 12-year-olds weigh more than he does. Of course, in 7th grade I was pretty skinny, too. Eating disorders were big in those days, and I guess, these ones, too. Phillip's doctor was concerned enough to ask us to come back in January for another weigh-in. It's not that my son's unhealthy. It's just that he doesn't like to eat (imagine that ). Occasionally I'll buy him a sugar cookie loaded with frosting from the bakery or some Ben & Jerry's mint chocolate chip. But nine times out of 10, guess who ends up eating it? You're looking at her (or, at least, reading her). Sometimes I wonder where he came from. He's happy, self-confident, smart (even gets A's in honors math, when I got 360 on my math SAT -- and you ge...