OUR SON IS A BRUISER.

J is the biggest kid in his Gymboree class, with the possible exception of one five-month old boy. He is also the youngest, by at least a month in each case. He basically stares around at the other kids, and I truly believe that he is plotting the demise of each of them, and their mothers, and the teacher, and that friggin clown, and the lights on the ceiling, and the parachute thing, and every single twinkly floaty bubble, damn bubbles!