I went to the doctor yesterday. It was just for a check-up, so they took my blood pressure, monitored my heart beat, weighed me, and...here was the potentially exciting part...measured my height. I know this is ridiculous, but whenever someone measures my height (because it happens so often), I get a sudden rush of hope like maybe, just maybe, I've grown. I will be 30 years old this year. If I've grown, up is not the direction. And although I am well aware of this, my ability to delude myself wins out every time.
"How tall am I?" I asked the possibly mute 14-year-old medical assistant. I think she was a little thrown off by my exuberance, but she gamely gave me the answer.
Alas. Still 5'4".
Jack is TWO!
3 years ago