The scene: It's getting late for Lucas, a bit past his bedtime tonight. He's been using safety scissors to cut ever-tinier fish from pieces of paper. He is wearing a polo shirt, brown corduroy pants, and a long red cape, and he's been prattling on about cutting and paper and fish. Then, suddenly:
Lucas: I'm tiny.
Me: You're not tiny. You're 3 years old and (gets out the tape measure) 42 inches tall.
Lucas: I'm all over my place.