Every so often, I get a reminder of just how tall members of my family are.
This week, Devil Pup turned 6, one of the last to do so in her Kindergarten class, I might add. She had her well-child check-up where we learned she was over 90th percentile for height. That really wasn't news as that's about where she's always been, except for that brief time as a baby when she was off the charts.
No, the reminder came when I took her to school. We waited in the office as her teacher sent 2 of her classmates to escort her back to the classroom. Now, I know the little boy that was sent is probably the smallest kid in the class, just a cute little peanut. But I swear she must have sent the 2 tiniest kids in class.
As Devil Pup joined her friends, I noticed that she towered over them, by almost a full head!
Then after dinner last night, both she and her sister started foraging through the kitchen cabinets and refrigerator as if they were starving. I repeat, this was after they'd eaten dinner. Immediately after. I'm just glad they aren't boys. I don't think we'd be able to afford that.