Shorty
Ah, well, the day has come. I knew it would, just thought I had a little longer.
It seems I am the shortest person in my family. Ronnie has surpassed me. I refused to believe it at first, but perhaps I should resign myself to it. We noticed during the weekend when we had a small get together in honour of friends Andrew and Jenny, who were visiting from California. I made Reid take repeated pictures to prove it to me. Ronnie is happy as a lark. A friend Tom helpfully suggested we have another child so I don’t have to be the shortest. I’ll take it up with Reid.
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You may find that amputating Ronnie’s legs (or his head) will suit your purposes as well.
Gary is only half-an-inch behind me. I expect that he will be taller than I am by Hallowe’en.
I still have Charlie;-)