This past Sunday I went to a birthday party for my devildaughter Kennedy. She turns one year old today. I got her a Spider-Man plush toy and some kind of rider thing bearing the likeness of Kai-Lan (think an Asian Dora the Explorer).
Kennedy is big for her age. I think her dad told me that size-wise she’s in the top 75th percentile, and — heh — her adorably large freak head is off the charts.
Because people tend to joke about the size of her head, some of her family thinks she’s going to end up with a complex about it when she’s older. I disagree. Making fun of a child is a good way to build self-esteem. It’s how I was raised, and I turned out fine, right?
Anyway. Happy Birthday, Kennedy. It’s all downhill from here, kid . . .
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