The children are trying to argue with me that they are no longer little.
“We’re big kids now!” Charlie said.
I insisted that they are still little. “Look at you,” I said. “You’re short and tiny. I can still pick you up!”
Clara’s response:
“When I refer to myself as big, Daddy, I’m speaking in relation to the little ones. You know, preschoolers and such.”
Maybe she’s not so little after all.
