The big girls (ages 12 and 11, Amelia and her friend) are watching a movie in the living room. The little girls, Francie and Lillie, are disturbing them. It's past bedtime anyway (it's spring break). So, bedtime for the little girls. Lillie is crying.
Lillie: "The big girls get to do everything! How come they get to do whatever they want?"
Mom: "Because they're big. They don't get to do whatever they want, anyway."
Lillie, wailing and insistent: "I'm big!"
Mom: "Hmm . . . did you grow? What did I tell you about growing? You are not allowed to grow. If you grow, then I won't have my baby any more."
Lillie: "Mom, you know I can't help my body! I have to grow!"
Mom: "I don't grow. I haven't grown in ages. If I can stop growing, you can."
Lillie: "Mom! You stopped growing because at some point in somebody's life they stop growing. Because they're full grown. That's why you'll never be as tall as Daddy. My teacher said so."
Mom: "Your teacher! What do teachers know? I think you can stop growing if you want to."
Lillie: "Mom!" Rolls eyes. "Teachers know everything." Pauses to think. "Except, they forget where they put stuff a lot."
About Me
- Thurbersmom
- Bedrock, Missouri
- Six kids, bio and adopted. Dogs, cats, birds, rabbits. Husband Fred (as in Flintstone). And me. Why blog? Well, some people are compelled to write things down, and some people aren't. It's like that tree that falls in the forest with no one there to hear it--if you don't write it down, did it really happen?
