Grandma, what did you do to your stool?

Eliah:  "Grandma, what did you do to your stool?"
Me:  "Nothing."
Eliah:  "But it's so small."
Me:  "I didn't do anything to it."
Eliah:  "Did you cut off the legs?"
Me:  "No."
Eliah:  "Did you take off some of the cross pieces?"
Me: "No."
Eliah:"Oh, you got a new stool."
Me: "No, something has changed, but not the stool."

The wheels really start spinning now.

Me:  "The stool didn't change, but you have."

And then that sweet smile and the knowing look comes upon him.

Eliah:  "Oh, I'm bigger."

Eliah was just three years old when I got the stool and he has used it every time he has come to my house since.  How could it have changed?  He's a big first grader now and doing so well in school.  I am so proud of him.  He's working so hard.

Doesn't he look like he's about 14 years old here?  When he stayed with me this summer he was such a hard worker.  I hope to employ him every summer from now on.  He put my license plates on, trimmed trees, sawed down little trees, dug things up, moved rocks, dragged brush around. I could hardly get him to take a break.  He is an amazing kid....I love him to pieces.