I asked Chip for a bite of his free-from-the-grocery-store cookie. Usually that results in a crumb being handed my way. This time, he gave me a pretty good-sized chunk. Enough to even taste the cookie.
Me: Wow, that was a big piece of cookie, Chip. Thanks!
Chip: A big piece for a big person!
Me: Ha, yeah, well, thanks. Yep, mom is bigger than you and I do need big bites of your cookie…
Chip: (with a very sly grin) Apparently a little bigger than Emmy, too.
And I laughed and laughed. Emmy, the 20-something nanny who wears a size extra-small and sports a bikini at the pool is, apparently, so much smaller that even my 4 year old notices. Luckily I’m not terribly sensative. How can you be with a four year old around to keep your head out of the sand?