Don’t know about grandsons, but my grandmother once told me that I was getting as fat as a pig… on the day of my father’s (her son’s) funeral. And she wondered why I didn’t visit her more often.
Aaah my grandma is the type who always call her grandchildren handsome or beautiful. She also want us (well, me to be exact) to get married soon and have children. And I’m a guy!
Plus, it’s a little difficult for a guy to get married and have children. The getting married part is easy, but we lack certain necessary equipment required to have children.
This reminds me of a thought I’ve been struck by occasionally, which is that whenever people see a baby, they always make remarks about how cute it is. But then I think “Hang on, have I ever seen an UGLY baby?”
Nope. Babies are, by nature, cute. Odd thing is, they’re evolutionarily designed to be cute, so that we adults will be compelled to care for them. Curse those tiny dictators!
Alternately, adults are evolutionarily programmed to think that babies are cute – especially their own.
A saw something recently about a study in which parents were asked to rate the stink of a number of anonymous used diapers, one of which was soiled by their baby. Yep, you guessed it. They would say their baby’s shit didn’t stink. Or at least not as bad as other babys’ shit. Again, they weren’t told which diaper was used by what baby. They could just tell.
Oh, yes, there are ugly babies. You know that saying “a face that only a mother could love”? Yeah, like that. But the parent instinct (especially in moms) makes them see the beauty that I (as an unrelated bystander) may not see. But that’s okay; society puts too much emphasis on looks.
Wow, I got all serious, and that’s no good. So I’ll offer this up. My son was born early, and even as his mom, I could see that he looked a lot like a little alien… like the squid-baby in Men in Black…only not as cute. But he gained weight and cuteness. And now, of course, he is the handsome-est young man…blah, blah, blah.
I could show you a big photo someone displayed of– I assume– their grandchild. That baby was ugly enough to back a stray dog off a meat wagon and make a freight train take a dirt road. That was one IGLY baby. (“Igly” is for when “ugly” just isn’t enough.) But they must have been proud and fond of it…. Maybe it looked better later.
When my great grandmother told me little sister (I think she was 4) that she “wasn’t that old” my sister replied with “have you looked in the mirror lately?”
My grandmother told me that I looked like a taxi with all it’s doors open. I, apparently had huge, stick-out ears as a kid. Thanks, granny!
And yes, there are ugly babies. Sometimes they grow out of it, and sometimes…not so much.
And yes, we as a society put way too much emphasis on looks. Good looking people get away with a lot more than homely people. It’s just a fact. Sad, but true (at least in my life’s experience I’ve seen it over and over).
My WIFE’s (the fiancé) grandmother asked me if I was getting fat. I said “Not at the time”. Her response, “Good. Because I don’t like fat people”. This in front of her own quite overweight granddaughter (not my fiancé).
Who is propagating this “Nice Grammas” mythos? Then again, when I hit 70+ on the birthday scale, I like to think I will have earned the ability, nay the RIGHT, to dial back the “social niceties” filter. Whippersnappers all around me with their punk-rap, and high-top sneakers! *shakes cane*
Don’t know about grandsons, but my grandmother once told me that I was getting as fat as a pig… on the day of my father’s (her son’s) funeral. And she wondered why I didn’t visit her more often.
Aaah my grandma is the type who always call her grandchildren handsome or beautiful. She also want us (well, me to be exact) to get married soon and have children. And I’m a guy!
:/
A little bit too close for comfort…
So uhm. What does being a guy have to do with it? Are girls supposed to like getting married and pregnant early and/or be told that they should?
XD ah sorry if I sound sexist. But in (South East) Asia most young girls are expected to wed early while boys can postpone it for a little bit.
So it’s rare to see the parents/grandparents prefer to force the boys to get married sooner.
Plus, it’s a little difficult for a guy to get married and have children. The getting married part is easy, but we lack certain necessary equipment required to have children.
Ooooh, I knew that was gonna bite you in the butt, AckAckAck…you sexist!
Ehehehe XD
Oooooh got one reply already!
This reminds me of a thought I’ve been struck by occasionally, which is that whenever people see a baby, they always make remarks about how cute it is. But then I think “Hang on, have I ever seen an UGLY baby?”
Nope. Babies are, by nature, cute. Odd thing is, they’re evolutionarily designed to be cute, so that we adults will be compelled to care for them. Curse those tiny dictators!
Alternately, adults are evolutionarily programmed to think that babies are cute – especially their own.
A saw something recently about a study in which parents were asked to rate the stink of a number of anonymous used diapers, one of which was soiled by their baby. Yep, you guessed it. They would say their baby’s shit didn’t stink. Or at least not as bad as other babys’ shit. Again, they weren’t told which diaper was used by what baby. They could just tell.
My wife must have cheated on me. God, my baby’s poop stinks. I bet anyones would if their diet consisted of goldfish crackers, oatmeal and cheese.
Oh, yes, there are ugly babies. You know that saying “a face that only a mother could love”? Yeah, like that. But the parent instinct (especially in moms) makes them see the beauty that I (as an unrelated bystander) may not see. But that’s okay; society puts too much emphasis on looks.
Wow, I got all serious, and that’s no good. So I’ll offer this up. My son was born early, and even as his mom, I could see that he looked a lot like a little alien… like the squid-baby in Men in Black…only not as cute. But he gained weight and cuteness. And now, of course, he is the handsome-est young man…blah, blah, blah.
Simple test: you throw the ugly baby to the air, and if it flies, it’s a bat.
Flip Wilson had a bit that ended with ” and maybe we can find a banana for your monkey “
I could show you a big photo someone displayed of– I assume– their grandchild. That baby was ugly enough to back a stray dog off a meat wagon and make a freight train take a dirt road. That was one IGLY baby. (“Igly” is for when “ugly” just isn’t enough.) But they must have been proud and fond of it…. Maybe it looked better later.
Have you ever seen Full House? That baby looked disgusting..!
I love the gesticulation of hugeness from granny bug while she’s being shoved off stage.
Yes, that was my favorite panel. Huge mirrior, ha, ha,.
When my great grandmother told me little sister (I think she was 4) that she “wasn’t that old” my sister replied with “have you looked in the mirror lately?”
It’s a wonder all Grandmas aren’t meaner
This one is hysterical. haha, I love it.
My grandmother told me that I looked like a taxi with all it’s doors open. I, apparently had huge, stick-out ears as a kid. Thanks, granny!
And yes, there are ugly babies. Sometimes they grow out of it, and sometimes…not so much.
And yes, we as a society put way too much emphasis on looks. Good looking people get away with a lot more than homely people. It’s just a fact. Sad, but true (at least in my life’s experience I’ve seen it over and over).
My WIFE’s (the fiancé) grandmother asked me if I was getting fat. I said “Not at the time”. Her response, “Good. Because I don’t like fat people”. This in front of her own quite overweight granddaughter (not my fiancé).
Who is propagating this “Nice Grammas” mythos? Then again, when I hit 70+ on the birthday scale, I like to think I will have earned the ability, nay the RIGHT, to dial back the “social niceties” filter. Whippersnappers all around me with their punk-rap, and high-top sneakers! *shakes cane*
Get off my lawn!
But seriously, why wait that long? Well, other than not getting fired.
My grandmother used to squeeze my cheeks and tell me how “flabbergasted” at how much I had grown. However, she never had an opinion on my looks.
I don’t suppose she was saying how gasted she was at your flabber and how much your flabber was increasing as you aged. It could have happened, no?