Wm and I were taking a walk this afternoon. And Wm used this time to walk behind me and pelt me with snowballs in the back. After one particularly deadly shot, I go, "man, buddy...that was hard!" and Wm yells, "I am small...but I AM FIERCE!" Then, we had this conversation....
Wm: You are short for a grownup.
Me: OK.
Wm: And Daddy is tall for a grownup.
Me: Yep.
Wm: I am short for a kid.
Me: Yeah, you are. We're both short. But being short is awesome.
Wm: Why?
Me: Because we're cute.
Wm: Yeah, people tell me that all the time.
Me: That's because you are super cute.
Wm: I know.
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