Ben, the husband, wanted me to post this story. It happened about a year ago. We were at the playground.
Nowadays, mothers have taken on a broader range of ages. I, for example, and 38 years old. I have two children under five. Some women are grandmothers by this age. Some are mothers of newborns at 40.
Anyway, we were all at the local playground. William's goal, each time we go to a play area (be it the Chick Fil-A play area or the aforementioned local play area), is to find a new "best friend." Names are optional. So, he encounters one such best friend and his possibly late thirties, early forties mother. And in typical kid fashion asks her, "What's your grandson's name?" Thankfully, I was minding the wee baby and Ben (the husband) was minding the precocious three year old.
So, no career as an age and weight guesser.
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