Ms. B: Mom, how tall are you?
Ms. B.: I’m only one inch shorter than you now.
Ms. B.: Yeah, we measured at school. I’m 162 inches tall now.
Me: No, you’re not.
Ms. B.: Yes I am! My friend measured me!
Me: Are you sure it’s not sixty two inches?
Ms. B: No! It’s 162!
Me: You can’t be 162 inches tall. Do you know how tall that is?!
D (the voice of reason): Here, let’s measure. (Gets out measuring tape) See, sixty-two.
Ms. B. (downtrodden): Oh. Well. Still. I’m only one inch shorter than Mom.
D: Sorry, still no. Mom’s sixty-six inches.
Ms. B.: Oh. Well, I guess what I mean is I wish I was only one inch shorter than Mom.