Don’t Sell Mom Short

(My mom is 5’1″, while I’m 5’6″ at age 18; I passed her in height around age 14. I go to give her a hug good night.)

Me: “Good night, Mom. I love you. I miss being shorter than you.”

Mom: *sarcastic* “Thanks, honey.” *thoughtfully* “I wish… well, no, being short is kind of part of who I am.”

Me: “Good night, Mom. I love you. Let me not cause an existential crisis right before bed.”