I'm not sure, but I think Catherine has been trying to tell me something lately. The other night, just before bed, we were all gathered in William's room to read a book and I was sitting on one of those little bouncy jumpy balls with the handle....William got one for Christmas. I didn't see a weight limit posted on it, but it looked sturdy enough to hold me and I thought I was balancing on it quite well. Catherine looked up and said flatly, "I think you're too big for that."
"I SAID, I think you're too big for that. Get OFF, Mama. You'll break it." And with that she walked over to me and pushed me off. Little Hitler.
So then this morning I was getting her dressed for school and out of the blue she said "You're big and Daddy is little."
Well good for him.