(I’m a nineteen-year-old student going to college for a music education degree. Two days a week, I go to a kindergarten daycare class to observe and gain field experience. I always sit with the kids at lunch to get to know them better. Today, they are talking about their siblings.)
Me: “I don’t have any brothers; I just have a little sister.”
Student #1: “How old is your sister?”
Me: “She’s sixteen.”
([Student #2] glares at me)
Student #2: “You said you had a little sister. Sixteen isn’t little!”
Me: “Well, I’m older than her, so compared to me she’s little.”
Student #2: “But sixteen isn’t little!”
Student #1: “My big sister is sixteen.”
Student #2: “See?! Sixteen is big!”
Me: “Well, that’s because you’re little. I’m big, so sixteen is smaller. Remember, I told you I’m nineteen. Is sixteen bigger than nineteen?”
Student #2: “No, it’s smaller.”
Me: “So, my age is bigger than my sister’s age, making her the little sister.”
Student #2: “But sixteen isn’t little!”
(I was not able to convince [Student #2] that it was my age that determined whether my sister was little or not, not their ages. She still thinks I’m lying when I call my sister “my little sister.”)