Growth Spurts

So I get a phone call yesterday morning from Mom Dukes about how she heard from my logically-challenged sister that the midget is still sleeping in his crib. So basically, the whole point of the call was to instruct me to go out and buy a real bed for the boy ASAP. Now, you see, I'm usually one for being rather obedient when it comes to parental requests, however, in general, I have never really been a fan of doing something simply because someone else wants me to. Especially, if the quasi-request comes off as more of a demand than an inquiry or suggestion. Plus, I was still a bit crusty-eyed, so I think she caught on to the non-verbal clues (disinterest, grunts, 'no', huffing/pufing, quick hang-up) that I was emitting while we were on the phone. Hence, I got a more somber call later in the morning while downtown at the job piece.

Outcome? He's gonna stay sleeping in it until he ougrows it. I understand he's gotten bigger but he still only takes up only about 2/3 of the length of the bed. Don't get it twisted, the kid is hella big. We were out and about this past week and its strange when kids his size or smaller are running, jumping, bouncing basketballs, and speaking and enunciating syllables, while the midget simply grunts. Mind you, these other unrelated midgets are all a full 1-2 years older than this dude. For whatever reason, basketball destiny bypassed my genes. My pops is 6'5" and my midget a$$ can barely get credit for 60 inches. I guess these are the breaks. I'll just live my sports career vicariously through him.