Tonight during dinner Little Middle and I were playing the Opposites Game. It's a favorite around here: I say "up," he says "down." I say "white," he says "black." You get the picture.
After a few rounds, I asked him, "How are you and me opposites of each other?"
He said, "Well, you're big and I'm little." Right.
"You're a girl and I'm a boy." Uh huh.
"You're a grown-up and I'm a kid." Yes!
"I have hair and you don't." Ouch.
All the bravery and good humor in the world can't change the truth. And sometimes, the truth really hurts.