A Tall Story
(I am three years old. My mom runs a day care out of our house. As parents are bringing kids over, Mom tells me I should always say nice things to the other kids’ parents, so they know my mom makes sure they mind their manners. A rather tall and somewhat heavyset woman drops off her children, and I’m clinging to my mother’s pants.)
Me: “You’ve got pretty eyes; I like your necklace; you’re big!”
Mom: “[My Name], that’s rude!”
Me: “But she is big, like daddy!”
(The woman crouches down to my eye level.)
Woman: “Do you mean I’m tall like your daddy?”
Me: “Yeah, big!”
(It takes a while for my mother to convince me that tall and big are not always the same thing.)
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