You Raise Me Up… And Then Shrink Me Down
Years ago, I made the mistake of coming up with a game where I let my niece ride on my shoulders and “drive” me by turning my head wherever she wanted me to turn. She enjoyed this a bit too much. Years later, she still begs to do this all the time, despite getting big enough that shoulder rides aren’t that easy to give anymore.
Because she is so big, her legs now start falling asleep if she stays on my shoulders for too long, so I try to make sure she takes walking breaks. This is solely because I’m a good uncle who doesn’t want her legs to hurt and not at all that my shoulders need a break — honest!
Me: “I think this car is running out of gas. Are you ready to get down?”
Niece: “Just a little more.”
Me: “Sorry, kiddo, you know how this works. I need you to take a break and walk a little.”
I get her down, despite her protests. She sort of starts walking on her own but slowly and acting a little odd.
Me: “You okay? Are your legs hurting already?”
Niece: “No, but I’m so tiny now.”
Me: “Huh?”
Niece: “You made me get down. Now I’m small.”
I suppose dropping to less than a third of your previous height would be an odd experience.