A Giant Surprise

| Related | April 28, 2014

(I am three years old. At this point in my life, all of my relatives whom I have met are about 5’7″ or under. We have just arrived in town on a red-eye flight, and are staying at my aunt’s house. It is early morning, and I’ve just woken up.)

Me: “Mommy! I’m hungry!”

Mom: *sleepily* “Well, go to the kitchen. Your cousin should be there and he can fix you something.”

(I go to the kitchen, and see the fridge door open, and someone bent over looking in.)

Me: “Hi!”

(My 14-year-old cousin, whom I have never met before, slowly straightens up to his full height of 6’4″. I stare at him, and then run away, crying.)

Mom: “What? What’s going on? Did you go to the kitchen?”

Me: *tearfully* “Yes!”

Mom: “Well, why didn’t you ask [Cousin] for breakfast?”

Me: “Mommy, I couldn’t! There was a GIANT in there!”

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