I hear it every day of my life. And I'm fine with that. After all, I'm somewhere 'round 5' 1"--I should hope my son would eventually be taller than me!
But today something changed. Youngest got a haircut and somehow he looks even taller this evening than he did this morning. Must be the spiked front.
And tonight when he once again informed me that he'd be passing me up any day . . . well, it just sounded a bit like a challenge to me. And I do not back down from a challenge.
Call it stubbornness. Call it childishness. Call it whatever you want, but I'm not willing to lose this battle quite yet.
If the kid is going to use his hair for advantage . . . well, two can play at that game . . . .
That boy's got nothin' on me : )