Tonight we were all sitting in the family room when our little guy brings down the bathroom scale to play his version of the old carnival game, Beat the Guesser. He had us all guess his weight, and then he stepped on the scale and the closest guesser won a fake pirate doubloon.
The two oldest got caught up in the game. We tried to guess Nicholas' weight and, of course, his brothers gave insulting guesses like 268 pounds.
My husband went, and because he's tall and lean, he's hard to figure out; in fact, he always beats the guesser at the carnival.
We were all laughing.
There was a pause . . . and all eyes turned to me.
No, no, no.
No way, Jose`.
That scale and I have a rocky relationship and up until this very moment I was having fun. What? Are you kidding me?
Uhm . . . Monopoly anyone?