Stella wanted to go outside, but she was deterred by the puddles: last week's piles of snow have mostly melted, and there is icy water everywhere.
"You can wear my boots!" I told her. I like those boots: waterproof, work-friendly, comfortable. They're a tiny bit too long for me, but they work.
Stella came back in a bit later. "How did the boots work?" I asked her.
"Well," she said, "they're a little small for me."
You guys.
This means--
I have the smallest feet in my household.
All five of my children have outstripped me, at least in the shoe-size department.
Does this mean Stella is going to be taller than me, do you figure?
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