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Because I've been unable to stop thinking about this whole short people vs long people thing, I thought I'd share with you a wee little anecdote.
A few years ago, I spent some time in England, studying and working. To supplement my travel fund, I took up nannying briefly. I had two charges, Ben (8) and Amy (5). They were lovely children with darling little lilts to their sweet little voices. Which is why I was unprepared for this conversation I had with Amy once, while she was sitting on my lap.
Amy: Meagan? (They're a formal people there.)
Me: Yes, Amy?
Amy: Are you a midget?
Me: I'm sorry?
Amy, turning to face me: I said, are you a midget?
Me: Um. No, Amy, no I'm not. I'm just a shorter person.
Amy: Are you sure?
Me: Pretty sure. Why do you ask?
Amy: A boy in my class, his mum is a midget. (Pregnant pause) And she's small. (Huge pause) So I was thinking...that...maybe...you both were...you know.
Me: Amy. For real. I'm not a midget. I mean. Sure, I'm not as tall as your mom or dad, but um...I totally hold my own.
Amy: Meagan, are you sure you're not a midget? Because you could tell me, you know.
Me: Go to your room.
Okay, so I didn't really send her to her room. But ask me about how her brother wanted me to "braid his long hairs, just like dad."
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