Long before T was taller than me I'd ask him to stand on a chair, for him to see what it was like being taller than me, to prepare both of us for the day. I'd explain that though I was Big Mummy now, one day I'd be Little Mummy!
Now T is taller than me and I am still taller than H. We still don't know which of the brothers will wind up being the taller.
One day they will both overtake their father too.
These days come too soon.
ReplyDeleteOn Tuesday J came home saying his head was a bit itchy so I got the nit comb out but found that I could neither reach nor see the top of his head with him standing up!
(no varmints found, thank goodness)