Angel Bites

Everyone has a physical flaw. I do. John does. Sprite does. You do. Do too. Yes you do! (Don't make me come over there!)

I'll go first. I have a misshapen left earlobe. The lobe is angled upward for some reason. There is no crease there, just a gentle upturn. That's just the way it is. It was more noticeable when I was a kid, but time and earrings have tamed it a bit. (I'm a little bent in my ways. Get it?) (I saw you roll your eyes.) (Did too.)

I also have very tiny toenails on my pinky toes. It almost looks like there is no nail there at all. (Sprite inherited this as well.) I have painted on the skin of my pinky toes before to make it look like there was a nail there. (I wasn't fooling anyone except myself on that one.) (Yeah, someone told me.) (Yes, it was embarrassing.) (Can we move on please?)

I'm not going to divulge John's differences, because that's personal to him. And he'd kill me. (You're welcome, John.)

Sprite has a small difference in her ears too. You can see it only if you look for it.

On her left ear, there's a divet so the top of her ear is not completely rounded. It looks like a small dent (which Pop-A-Dent would not work on) and is not identical to the other ear.

We noticed it within a few hours of her birth (Kind of hard not to because she was born with not much hair and a freaking huge head. I mean, if she hadn't gone all breech on me, the head circumference alone had my doctor saying "Ouch, you'll be a c-section". So yeah, the ears were noticeable.), looking at all the cuteness that was Sprite. We weren't disappointed in a "Throw her back!" way, more intrigued in a "Oh, would you look at that" way. John and I called it an angel bite. (You know, it's too small to be a bite. It should actually be called an Angel Nibble. That sounds more appropriate.)

I completely forgot about it until a couple of nights ago when we happened to discuss it again.

"Why did we call it an angel bite?" I mused. (Even my good memory gets a little warped.)

"Because just before Sprite was born, the angels hung her on a clothes line and when she was ready to come down to Earth, they pulled her from the line. They tugged a little too hard on her. That's all."

I wanted him to go further on this. I needed a good laugh. "So the angels hung the babies by their ears?"

"Yeah." John's eyes were sparkling. Game on, buster.

"Isn't that a little harsh, hanging innocent children by their ears for eons while these children wait to be born? Doesn't that hurt?"

John kept going. "Of course not. There's no gravity in heaven."

Touche.

Oh, wait. I'll get him. "So, why is my left earlobe the way it is if the angels were hanging the babies from the tops of their ears?"

"Oh, well, you're different. God just didn't finish with you."

Huh? "Go on."

"He had a really busy day and was trying to reach the next level of World of Warcraft, so he was distracted. So, he was like, 'Okay, need to work on Jennifer's ears...Ooh, I'm close to level 70....Ears are almost done....Wait, I need that gear, score!..Oh, I'm being attacked! Take that!...What was I doing with Jennifer? Eh, she looks done...'"

No wonder I hate that game.

Comments

[Baba]

Very funny guys.

[Bret Bell - another addicted gamer]

I think that was more of a subject change because he knew there was no winning once he said you were not done. :)

[Sprite's Keeper]

I think you're right, Bret. It did make me laugh though.

[Betsy]

Warning" I might just have to write a corresponding post and link to this over at Momformation. I love the thought of asking people to talk about their "flaws." Do you mind? I have a significant "dent" in my nose, think cleft chin, but higher. My siblings, all older, used to tell me it was from leaning my face up against the crib bars. They also told me it was from sucking my thumb and patting my nose, which did incessantly as a child. Now, looking closely at my dad, the sad truth is obvious.

[Jen]

By all means, Betsy, I would love to see your spin on this!