Short Happens

The Tall One hasn't always been tall. Many years ago he was very small.
"This baby is very small," said the midwives.
"This baby is too small," said the doctors.
"Stop!" said the wily old Consultant. "This is a small baby. But this is one smart, small baby. Look at his mum. She's not very big at all. Where's he supposed to grow? When he gets out he'll stretch his legs."
And he was right. The Tall One is smart. And he is tall. Taller even than The Accountant. Which I'm not. Obviously. He does try to empathise, though. When he happens upon me hemming a pair of jeans or balancing on a chair (because-it's-OK-I-can-get-it-myself); he likes to pat me on the head:
"Don't worry, Mum," he says kindly. "Short Happens!"