Small and Big

It is morning and we are having breakfast. I have said that I wanna have breakfast in the sun room, not at our dining table. These days we always dine in the sun room, and now I am so used to it, that I lay the breakfast table there too.

I pick up Mama's fork. 'Big fork' I say. Then I take my own fork. 'Small fork', I say. 'Kleine vorkje'. Big fork, small fork, big fork, small fork.

When the day is over, and I am getting ready for bed, I grab my foot and point to my toe. 'Small toe', I say. Then I point to the other: 'Big toe'. Mama agrees, I think I get the hang of this stuff.