My tiny tornado

He's already excited about his birthday next month. Every year on their birthday, I measure the kids and mark it on the wall with the date. It’s a big deal. They love seeing how much they've grown.

Today, I catch him standing next to the wall, staring at the marks with a tragic look on his face.

Dad... I think you hung it up wrong.

I walk over. How did I do that?

Yeah, something’s off. I should be taller. This thing’s broken

He steps up again, squints at the mark, then steps back disappointed

See? Only an inch. That’s it? I drink milk, I sleep, I do all the growing stuff!

Then he stands on his toes and measures again

There. Fixed it. I’m taller now.

My tiny tornado