Me: Ouch, ouch, ouch, Shit.
Stinky: What's the matter? Are you okay?
Me: Yeah. My foot just slipped and I stubbed my toe on the washing machine.
Stinky: (After she came over to give me a sympathy hug) Holy cow! I'm taller than you now.
Me: I know. It makes disciplining you seem kind of silly, doesn't it?
Stinky: Yeah. I could totally step on you if I wanted to.
Me: Um, maybe. But I do hold all the power when it comes to the use of your cell phone.
Stinky: Oh, yeah. Nevermind.
6 comments:
I remember there was a moment just like that when I found out I was taller than my mum. I'm about 6'1" now and since my mum's quite little I suppose I was about 10 at the time. I realised and I knew that she realised too that she wasn't going to be able to make me go to Sunday school anymore. It was a major turning point in my life. About two years afer that I was taller than my dad but since he didn't make do church related nonsense it had less impact on my life.
Mr. Atrocity,
Thank god, I don't make her go to church. That might have been a breaking point for Stinky too.
HA! That's cute. I was just telling my friend today how Red is now 6 and her head is WAY above my belly button and it seems so strange.
Thank you for your comment on my recent post. It gave me alot of comfort and verification that I am not crazy or alone.
You should have made her start smoking at the age of ten. Her growth would have been stunted.
oh how I dead that rapidly approaching day.... but I guess the power shifts from brute force to social intimidation quite nicely. Ya'll are so cute on the swing!
Stepping Over the Junk,
They sprout up fast.
No problem. I didn't mean to monopolize your comments, I just knew exactly how you felt. It's tough to make the break, but after you do, you'll wonder why you waited so long.
Killer,
Shit. Now you tell me. Where were you three years ago?
Margaret,
Yeah, you work around it.
The picture would be nicer if my ass weren't dragging around in the sand when we were swinging.
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