Taller

One evening this week Topher and I sat just outside of the kitchen and watched while Bryan prepared dinner. That's when the following conversation took place:

Topher: (deep in concentration) You're not big.

Me: I'm not big?

Topher: No.

Me: Who is big?

Topher: (thoughtful, watching Bryan) Daddy.

Me: Yes, Daddy is tall, you're right.

Topher: I'm going taller.

Me: You are? How tall are you?

Topher: (pauses, contemplating his answer) Fifteen.

In case you were wondering how tall Topher is, he's fifteen. Fifteen what, you ask? I'm not sure, but if I find out I'll let you know.