Every time we go in for a check up Ezra's doctor she and I reminisce about how tiny he was when he was born, and how freaked out I was. And then, after a minute of talking about how tiny he was, she tells me how great he is doing. (Needless to say, I really like his doctor.)
At his 2 year check up he was in the 99th percentile for length and 75 for weight with a giant head. And this is a baby who wasn't even on the baby growth chart when he was born! (except his giant head. He looked like a lollipop.)
The doctor asked the routine questions, "does he eat his vegetables?" yes. "does he brush his teeth?" yes. "How is he sleeping?" pretty well, most of the time. Etc, etc.
And then she asked: "Does he go to school?"
Me: "Not yet."
Dr: "That's good. He'd just make all the other kids look bad."
Love that doctor.