Sophie is thin. The pediatric nurse actually congratulated me when Sophie went from the 5th percentile of toddler body-mass-index to the 7th percentile, because that somehow meant she went from “we’re-concerned-that-your-toddler-is-starving” to “congratulations, she’s healthy.”
Sophie does beg for candy, since that’s what she sees the cool kids doing, but when we do give her sweets, she rarely finishes eating a single cookie. She’s partial to fruit. She eats egg-whites, not egg-yolks. It’s like she’s already on a diet, without even knowing which foods are diet foods.
Generally, I am grateful that Sophie inherited Ben’s body-type and Ben’s appetite.
But here’s the major problem with having a thin toddler: I can’t find any underwear that fits her.
She’s been wearing underwear for a half-year now. I keep thinking that she will grow into the extra-small, toddler-size-3/4 underwear that is the smallest size I could find in the stores, here and in Britain. But it’s still falling down on her. What do those overachieving parents of potty-trained-by-age-one kids dress them in?
Sophie’s daycare teacher just sewed four neat darted pleats into one pair of Sophie’s underwear. She did this sewing while actually watching six kids at once, including two infants, and cooking the non-infants an organic, warm lunch, all in a house that is calmer and cleaner than I thought was humanly possible. She told me that I should sew pleats into the rest of Sophie’s underwear.
I file this one under:
a) I am a terrible parent who can’t even sew the necessary pleats into my child’s underwear but
b) I am a great parent who selected a daycare teacher who thinks of things I would never, ever, think of.