After church today, Daddy, Mama, Rachel and I were in the parsonage kitchen, talking about the section of wall beside the door which has people's measurements written on it. Many houses have these shrines to growth- a series of little dashes with initials or names next to them, chronicling the milestones of development. And then, Daddy came up with an idea that I had never thought of before, and which I thought was very peculiar, funny, and altogether Daddyish. He suggested that he and Mama should start keeping a chart record of their heights...to see who will SHRINK the fastest as they age!
A backwards growth chart! How morbid is that?! It conjures up a bizarre, "Far Side"-ish image of an old person slumping next to the wall chart, holding a pencil level with their head: 'Yesssss! I've lost two inches this year!'