“When Mom is tall like a giraffe, we will have to go outside to see her,” a piece of a conversation floats out of the playroom and catches my ear.
“No. We will have to pay money to see her at the zoo,” Wren chimes in, as if Adi’s original statement is completely logical.
“When mom is tall like a giraffe, you’ll have to take care of us, like the mom,” Adi continues. They’ve got it all figured out it seems.
I begin to put two and two together from this overheard conversation. I know Adi thinks being tall makes you a grownup, so perhaps she thinks I’m still growing and will never stop. But how can she believe I will outgrow the house?
I suppose I should be reassured that they’d want to visit me… even if they have to pay money.