At the risk of sounding offensive

I have a small rant. And I'll apologize first because, while I've never cursed on this blog, and I rarely curse anyway, it just doesn't work without. I used to have the worst language ever. I'd like to think I've grown as a person, gained more intelligence, and my children have made me a better person. Most likely though, I just have a stronger filter now.
Anyway, here's my rant.
I fucking hate it when people tell me how small my child is!!! I mean, come on! I fucking know how small he is and have basically spent a collective year in hospitals trying to fix it. Do you think I've been making this shit up all this time?! I guess it may seem cute to you, but it's like twisting a frigging knife in my chest every time you say it.
Now, that being said, there's pretty much no one I've ever met that hasn't said this to me at some point. And I understand in the first meeting, you usually say something about a kid's size or appearance. Probably we all need to branch out a little and talk about something else, but I get it. But maybe the next time you see him next to a 2 year old and you think to exclaim how cute it is that they're almost the same size...Just. Fucking. Stop.
Thank you. Also, James is going to be a ninja someday, so you may want to watch your back. ;)
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