Before I get started with my second story from the weekend, I just want to give a great big Happy Birthday wish to Penni! Hope you’re having a great day.
Now on to my story . . . Karlo’s mother has been sharing all kinds of amusing stories about Karlo’s childhood with me, but this one was particularly interesting. She told me that when Karlo was a baby he cried and cried so much that she had to bring him to a specialist to find out what on earth was wrong with him. The doctor inspected Karlo and said, “Lady, this baby is starving.” Karlo’s mom explained that she feed him constantly. As a matter of fact, she said that he would scream in between spoonfuls of food. He couldn’t wait for her to reload the spoon and just wanted more and more food. This explains a lot. Some things have never changed since birth.
Also, when Karlo was born, his mother took one look at him and cried. Not tears of joy. She was very concerned that something was wrong with him. He was very long and skinny, but it looked like his limbs were all swollen up. The doctors said that nothing was wrong with him and those were muscles in his arms and legs. Can you imagine? He was born buff? What a riot. His brother was born tiny and scrawny and Karlo looked like a baby superhero.
She also told me that Karlo used to sneak fruit to bed every night and his brother would complain about all the noise from Karlo crunching his apples in bed. As she’s telling me this story, I turn to look at Karlo, who was sitting on the couch with an orange and two apples at his side. At least I have met the one person that can relate to my never-ending problem of keeping this man fed.
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