Freak Magnet Dave

Monday morning I took Weezie and Brynn to her first doctor's appointment. It was Brynn's first car ride (aside from being brought home). All is going well, she's gained a couple of ounces and is the picture of health.

After the appointment, we drove to Hooterville to visit my folks and present their new grand-daughter. Originally I was just going to go with my book of pictures, so this came as a bit of a surprise to them. My mother was loving every minute of it. My father was quite pleased too, but he had to get back to work out in the garage while he had a captive volunteer there to help him out.

My mother didn't want to let her go. She even fed her, and she found it quite entertaining that Brynn didn't even wake up to drink her bottle. She just hung there in her arms sucking and sleeping. I tell you, that little girl is a great sleeper. According to Weezie, that's not quite the case around 3:00 am. I'll take her word for it.

So out of the blue, my mother says to me, "You know, every night I go to bed and pray that you will lose some weight so you won't drop dead of a heart attack."

How exactly does one reply to that? "Thanks"? "That's nice of you"? I settled with a "ya, ya...".

Here's the killer....once she finally handed the baby over, she walked out into the kitchen and came back with a plate of cake and holds it in front of me! Sheesh!

"Are you trying to kill me?"

Mothers.