Re: Sunday Dinner
Peggy balked a little, blinking between them both. She was a little dumbfounded to hear that her pudgy, adorable 17 month old Stevie would one day become strong enough to lift his own Daddy over his shoulder. Suddenly, she wanted him to remain cute and small forever and never ever change. "Perhaps I should take him to see a growth specialist?" she worried at her lip, smoothing Stevie's perfectly blonde hair down.
"You think it hurts him? Growing so quickly?" she asked, remembering the screams of agony from Steve's initial transformation. "He was walking at 12 months..."