Day to day, I don't really notice my children's large noggins compared to their itty bitty bodies. Sometimes though, circumstances draw attention to this detail.
For a solid two weeks, Z would daily manage to get his head stuck when hiding under our bar stools.
I came upon Twiggy a few weeks ago like this.
Me: "Honey, what are you doing?"
Twiggy: "Trying to get dressed."
Me: "Why did you step into your shirt?"
Twiggy: "I couldn't get it to fit over my head."
Sometimes I too get a panicked feeling when dressing and undressing the kids when it comes time to get those snug collars over their heads.
Well, today was another moment when attention is called to those high percentile heads. We were lunching at Wendy's when a mother and her son sat at the table next to us. The baby was probably a month or two younger than Z. Twiggy kept staring at the baby.
She very loudly and matter-of-factly stated: "That baby has a wittle head!"
A little embarrassing. The child had a very proportionate head to his body. I guess it is all relative!