On his last day in town, my Dad took us all out to brunch. We left one crowded joint for another with a shorter wait. The only table available was small and just a little too close to the wall, so I made Chloe sit on the wall side.
"But Mom, I don't want to sit there," she protested.
"Yes Chloe, you're the smallest one. Please sit there."
"I am NOT small. I am as tall as your boobs." She shouted in that tiny, crowded restaurant.
Hmmm. At least she didn't say she's as tall as my tits.
Yes my darling, well-spoken offspring. "You are tall enough to reach my CHEST. But you're still the smallest one here. So please, sit and stay."
"And Play?" She asked.
Yes. Good dog.