Picking The Short Straw

(My sister and I are in the car on the way to school. She is 5, and I am 19. Note that I am a 4’11” woman.)

Sister: “[Name], when you are older, are you going to marry someone big, or someone small like you?”

Me: “Well, most men are taller than women.”

(My sister is very interested, apparently, in me having a short husband.)

Sister: “But he’ll be like an inch taller, right?”

Me: “We’ll have to wait and see, [Sister].”

Sister: *exasperated* “But [Name]! You get to CHOOSE who you marry!”