This conversation is over a year old, from back when Ellie was just a 3 month old little bean, chubby and round, and not yet getting anything but her mamma’s milk. I laugh every time I walk by this particular neighbor’s house.
Neighbor: Hi!
Kristie: Hi! (heads over to let Neighbor get a peak at Ellie, knowing this is why she said “Hi”)
Neighbor: Ooh, look how nice and fat she is! So much meat! (this last part is a literal translation from the Chinese, I just love the phrasing)
Kristie: Yeah, she can really eat.
Neighbor: So what are you feeding her anyways?
Kristie: Breastmilk.
Neighbor: No! It’s not possible.
Kristie: Why isn’t it possible?
Neighbor: (looks pointedly at my chest with raised eyebrows) You’re too small.
Kristie: Well, they seem to be working out okay, look how fat she is. (Ellie rescues me with a timely wail) Oh! Looks like we need to be headed home. Bye.
Neighbor: (clearly still doesn’t believe me, and is planning to talk about me to all her other neighbor friends) Bye.
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