It really seems like Daddy is shrinking or maybe I am growing. I find it quite fascinating- especially the idea that someday I could be bigger than he is- talk about a fun role reversal. Who would be giving who an unwelcome bath Daddy (Or pulling me out when I wasn't ready!)? Maybe he could experience being squeezed into a pair of clothes he doesn't want to wear. Or put into "Time Out".
Daddy played along with my measuring thinking it was cute . . . little did he know what I was actually looking forward to in the future.