OK, so there is a certain question that I have been absolutely DREADING hearing lately...and I seem to be asked it every time I am out in public. The conversation usually starts out a little something like this... "Oh, what a cute little guy! He seems so happy! "... and then it comes...
"How old is he?"
Now, you must understand that my almost two year-old son is more the size of an almost one-year old. He is not walking yet, which again makes him appear younger than he is. Some people just ask the question, but others choose to throw out a guess... "What is he... ten, eleven months??", or "I bet he's getting ready for that first birthday!"
Now generally, I tell the truth. I respond by telling the well-meaning person that my son will be two years old next month. Oh, you should see the reactions I get. Embarassment, disbelief, you name it. "Oh, he's just a little peanut, huh?", or "Oh, I just assumed that since he wasn't walking yet..." Then, I go on to reveal that Will has Down syndrome, he is smaller for his age, he learns at a little slower pace, yada, yada, yada...
But every once in a while, when I'm just too tired to explain or if I think it might just make this person feel way too bad for asking... I just lie.
"Oh, he's just about one. Isn't he cute?"
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