Giant

James' teacher at church was sick yesterday, so her adult son was their substitute teacher. He is a very tall man. Like 6'6", 6'7" . . . I don't know . . . anything past 6'2" is too high for me to gauge from my 5'5" perspective. Suffice to say, he is really, really tall. And not a bean pole either. So, after church, James said to me, "Mom! My teacher is a giant! He must be 99 years old!" You know, 'cause James thinks you just keep growing taller your whole life.