Just got back from Home Depot, which I have visited twice a day nearly every day since we got here, and had the strangest conversation with a lady at customer service.
Me- “I’d like to return this dimmer switch.”
Her – “Awww, what a cute baby! How many months?”
Me- “Thanks! He’s two months old.”
Her- “What?! No way. He’s too big to be two months old. Really?”
Me- “Uhm…yes, really. I mean, technically he’s a little over nine weeks.”
Her- (in all seriousness) “Are you sure? I mean, he’s REALLY big for two months old.”
Me- (starting to doubt myself for a split second, doing the math in my head, stopping myself because I KNOW my son is 9 weeks old) “Yeah. I’m pretty sure. I was there when he came out. I vividly remember it. It was 9 weeks and 5 days ago.”
Her- ::blank stare:: “Wow.”
Me- “So… the dimmer switch. It doesn’t work right.”
Yes, I gave birth to the next Incredible Hulk.
9 weeks 5 days old (I’m sure of that!)
Hey, he’s really 2 and a half months old!
What a pain in the arse lady!
people! =) and seriously – the first week in the house we went at least twice a day. people started recognizing us and making comments like ‘oh back again?’ haha.
heh, my little dude is the same saize as 7 month olds in yoga class (he’s 3 and half months).