Weighty Matters

I'm a metric girl through and through. Admittedly while we were living in Denver I forced myself to learn pounds and Fahrenheit for my survival in the American-Imperial world, but my heart was always true to the Systeme Internationale.

And so I never thought I would tell my boys their weight in stone. But when Big Bro hopped on the scales (erm, who did he learn that from, *blush*) and announced "I'm two", I realised that it was easier for him to read his weight in stone than counting the little divisions to get a weight in kilos. And conveniently, while Big Bro is two stone (and a bit), Little Bro is one stone (and a bit). Too easy!

And my weight sounds so much nicer in stone, too!