When we get to daycare we bypass E's room for L's because E likes to help. I ask her to unpack L's food into the fridge and when she's done she yells Mama, I packed her out! Sometimes she then stage-directs the ceiling toy circuit. Go to the orange butterfly now, Mama! L, you like butterflies?
I usually try to avoid the ladybug because it's one of the highest up towards the ceiling, and I have trouble sending L high enough to be eye level with it. E always wants us to play ladybug, though, because we call L by the appellation Lady L Ladybug just like we call E by PurpleBrownDoggieDinosaurROAR, or Crazy Monkey for short. Sometimes I've been known to mutter as I struggle to ladybug heights. "Oh, L, you got a short mommy!"
I am on the short side of average, and M is well on the tall side of average. But what does that look like to a creature not even three feet tall? This evening we were talking about relativism. Daddy is bigger than Mommy. E is bigger than L. E took my face in her hand. Mama, you're little. I said, "I'm bigger than you." She said, but you're a little mommy. And I realized she was citing our ceiling toy game. That's why Daddy's bigger than you, because you're a little mommy. I smiled at her. M had just walked by and as I watched him go I said to E, "you have a cute Daddy, huh?" She answered, I don't know! Because he's so tall that I can't see his face!