Literally

A number of years ago, in the fish line at a market on the Upper East Side, I overheard a customer giving detailed instructions to the man behind the counter, telling him in effect to just give her the fish-flesh, no bones or fat. He seemed unwilling to go this route, of course, and the manager soon came by to support him against the customer's unreasonable demands. The fish would be sold the way it was, without further trimming of fat. "That's the nature of the beast," said the manager.

On Tuesday we went to the pediatrician. The assistant weighed Duncan and laughed: "He's off the charts." Literally. The chart only showed weights up to the 95th percentile for every age. Later the doctor called up a more in-depth chart that showed Little D (or, um, big D) at the 98th percentile. Then his computer crashed.