We had dinner at my Grandpa and Grandma Robbins' house on Monday. My uncles were in town from Texas, so we gathered there to hang out with them. I went to the bathroom where my grandma has a scale sitting on the floor. It made me think about my mom.
Every time we had dinner at my grandparents' house, us girls would make our way to the bathroom to play on the scale. I would get on and tell my mom how much I weighed and she would say, "Well, you're a hefty little girl, aren't you?" Then I'd give her some dirty look and a whiny, "mooo-ooom," and she'd tell me, "It's okay, honey. You don't look bad."