This morning my kids were arguing over who was going to get to hold their new cousin first–when she arrives, which could be any day now–and here’s how I decided to handle the solution.Â Both kids have guessed the baby’s birth weight and whoever is closer to the actual weight wins the honor.
“I think the baby is going to weigh 7 pounds 4 ounces because Aunt Brooke is HUGE,” my daughter says. (Lessons in tact are clearly in order.)
“I’m guessing 6 pounds 2 ounces,” says my son.Â “She’s not that big.Â She’s pregnant, idiot.Â She’s supposed to be big.”Â (IÂ just love how they call eachother names.Â It warms a mother’s heart, I can tell you.)Â ”And if you go over, then you lose.”
“That’s not how we’re playing.Â It’s whoever is closer, remember?”
Son puffs up and shoots me a look in which I know my intellect is being called into question.Â “Well, that’s not how they do it on The Price is Right.Â If you go over, then you LOSE.”
AlrightyÂ then.Â That’s good to know.