Something Strange…
Yesterday I walked into town with my daddy and Big-big brother. We did all kinds of thing, including the walk along the River Severn as we like to do, but when we were on our way out something strange happened. We stopped at a grocery store that daddy says he had never been in before and as we were ready to leave we saw a baby just my size.
I was so happy to see a baby my size! But then the people with her asked a question. "How old is she?" Daddy said I was 8 months old, but he then asked how old their little girl was and they answered "19 months."
Daddy says that I am big for my age, and that he gets that kind of thing a lot. But he also tells me that he doesn’t get it because I am still just a little baby to him. So daddy thinks maybe it is just that British babies are smaller, and that the size might be my American genes. I don’t see what it has to do with what type of trousers I wear. Daddy also says it might be because of my special diet because I am allergic to milk. He thinks it could be due to the vitamins in my Neocate. Either way, daddy is awfully proud of me, and glad I am a healthy, big baby!
Yours, Kirynie and Daddy!