I took my fifteen month old Ben to the doctor’s office today for his check-up. The receptionist looks at him and says “he looks like Charlie Brown!” (and that was not meant to be some kissing up to me; the receptionist didn’t know of my Peanuts habits.) He does have blond hair that is just now moving beyond the invisible stage, so I guess it made sense on that level.
So we take him in, and the nurse checks his measurements. Height, he’s in the 64th percentile for his age. Weight, also the 64th. So he’s a little bigger than average, but not much. His head circumference? 96th percentile. So that’s what the receptionist was seeing: he fits the drawn-by-Schulz blueprint.
(They gave Ben shots today, and put a Peanuts bandage over the booboo.)
