Twiggy the Kid

Genes are a funny thing.
Kid B has bones made out of lead. Always felt heavier than he looked. He started out at a whopping 10 1/2 pounds and has always kept the weight on. He looks like the average kid, weight-wise, and when he eats a lot, he gets taller.
Kid A started out big, just shy of 9 pounds, and immediately skinnied out. Always had bird legs and you could always see his ribs. Until this past year he was one of the tall kids in class. He looks like a starved street urchin.
Dr. thinks Kid A should be gaining weight. He lost a few pounds after the summer and the Dr. said to fatten him up. Now, this isn't usually the advice you get from Dr. types, but Kid A is on an Rx that makes him lose his appetite. So the weight loss worries Dr., but not half as much as it worries Mom.
Right after Thanksgiving weigh in, we launched a full-on fatten-the-kid regimen.
I make Kid A french toast using bread dipped in eggs and heavy whipping cream, and he's eaten enough of it to choke a horse. Kid A eats pumpkin pie any time he wants it--breakfast, lunch, dinner and in between. I secretly add heavy whipping cream to hot chocolate, I "double-strength" the whole milk by adding powdered milk, and I buy ice cream sandwiches up the ying-yang.
Dr. says if Kid A doesn't want to eat his vegetables, give him a milkshake. I feed him hot dogs when he'll eat them and make chocolate chip cookies by the dozens. From the end of November through the beginning of January he took in more egg nog than oxygen.
Never did I think I would be force feeding my kid Ensure shakes.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would be asking him at every meal "Do you want fries with that?"
Today we went back to the Dr. for a weigh in. I was confident. I have done all I could to stuff this child and I knew he would tip the scales. Kid B can't fit in his 10 slims anymore, so I just knew it had to affect Kid A. It's been 8 weeks of pure gluttony and it's time to cash in.
Kid A is down a pound.
U-n-b-e-l-i-v-a-b-l-e!
Where did he come from? I can't smell chocolate chip cookies without gaining a pound! He must have the metabolism of an entire ant farm!
But, he's healthy. He's smart, alert, tests have come back negative--he's OK.
So we thank the Lord and pass the gravy. I don't know where he came from, but I'm glad he's here.