Whoe! That's one big baby!

Ok, so there is one of two things someone always says to me when they see Jack. 1. He's so cute (duh, I am his mother) and 2. Whoe! That's one big baby! I always want to tell strangers when they see him and say that, "Hey, thanks for pointing out the obvious!" Of course, while I am grocery shopping yesterday and I'm standing in line to check out, it was the same routine:

Old Guy: Whoe! That's one big baby!

Me: Yup

Old Guy: How much does he weigh?

Me: 26 pounds.

Old Guy: Whoe! That's big!

Me: Yup.

Old Guy: How old is he?

Me: 10 months

Now here's where the conversation really irritated me:

Old Guy: Well that's not healthy to have a baby that big.

At this point I thought to myself, "Are you a doctor? Did you go to school for 8 years and know anything about babies? Because from the look of your nasty clothes and beer gut, I don't think you are."

Of course, I didn't say that.

Me: The doctor says he is proportionate to his height so he's fine.

Old Guy: Oh! Well how many times does he wake up during the night? Twice?

Me: Huh?

Old Guy: To be that big he must be hungry.

Me: Oh. Once.

At this point, I didn't want to explain to a stranger (emphasize strange) that my child doesn't eat at night, so I just said whatever to shut him up. And you would think after every answer I give and then I would turn away would be a hint, but some people don't get the obvious. After that, he continued on how I should use a baby back pack so I don't hurt my back. I just ignored him until I checked out. I did, however, cary my mace out to the car.