On Thursday, Marcel wanted to take a new book to school. Unfortunately, it was too big to fit in her pocket.
My wife offered to put the book in her pocket and successfully did so. Marcel marveled at that.
“You put it in your pocket?”
“Yes,” my wife explained, “I’m a big girl.”
That wasn’t adequate explanation for Marcel, though.
[But] “I’m a big girl.”
Admitting the truth of Marcel’s statement, my wife clarified that she was a bigger girl. That she was, in fact, a woman.
Marcel must’ve liked the sound of that, so she exclaimed…
“I’m a woman!”
