Jacob just bee-bopped into the kitchen where he proceeded to shimmy up onto the counter to reach something on top of the cupboards. As he's doing this he says, "Mama, I'm glad I'm small even though some kids pick on me for it. God made me this way and I can do all sorts of things that other big kids can't, like climb, and run fast, and get into small places.... isn't that awesome Mama?"
"Yep." I said as I continued to sit here staring at this screen, "You are absolutely right, Jake. God did make you exactly the way He wanted you." "Now," I said looking up, "why don't you come on over here and tell Mama who's been pickin' on you..."
Jacob jumped right off of that counter just as fast as he got up there and started to race out of the room to go to his next endeavor (he's always running somewhere). But before he got halfway there he quipped, "Let it go, Mama." And then he was outta here like a shot.
Yeah. I'll get right on that, kid. Because going against my natural instinct as a mother comes as easily for me as avoiding sarcasm.