Amazing!! I love the realization of having grown to tall to stand under the table - reminds me of the years I'd sit on a church pew, feet dangling, wondering when they'd ever touch the floor. The day it happened, of course, I didn't even notice.
But what to do with this:
As a toddler, I could do algebra that many tenth graders struggle with, gauging my growth as a function of time. No one had to teach me.
What kind of genius art thou?? OMG!!!
In high school, I couldn't do tenth grade algebra.... but let us dwell on better things. Like the joy of a toddler. :)
You never run out of fresh, original material!
Yes, let us dwell on the joy of a toddler, and let us dwell in it ourselves. (I love a good preposition switch)
I suspect that when you were 15 months old, you understood this concept too. I think we all do.
And I do run out. I had to recharge for quite a while for this one. I do not know how folks write a daily thoughtful post.
Your comment has delighted me. Oh joy!