Most of the time I’m around M and D, or Gma and Gdad, or Aunt Jenny, or other big people. In fact, big people are everywhere out in the world, I’m finding. However, recently I have sighted several others who are small like me. Like earlier this week, M and I went on a hike with this other big person who had a little person like me. We were both in these backpack things (remind me to tell you about that sometime), and I could watch her. I think she’s younger than me, maybe by a couple of months. However, she is tiny compared to me! And so cute! It was kind of weird, because when I saw her and was so much bigger than she is, I started to see why big people get so interested in me. Of course, there is also the fact that I am very cute too. Or at least that’s what M and D and the others tell me. I guess I don’t really have an objective reference for that.
I saw another little person today at Heather’s office. Again, littler than me, but with more hair. Lots more hair! Wow! I didn’t know it was possible for a little person to have so much hair. I guess based on M and D I thought it was a part of getting big, but apparently not always. Unfortunately, that was the highlight of my visit. Somebody stuck me with a sharp thing and I didn’t even get to see Heather at all, except for a second. I’m really starting to dislike that place, except for the opportunity to see other little ones.