Annabelle’s making friends at school. She’s taken her time, she’s so wise. Or shy. Whatever.

In any case, I hadn’t thought about what it would be like for her to introduce her new friends to Sophie til she got in the car this afternoon and announced that a friend had asked Annabelle why she’s so short.

“I just told her I come from a short family,” Annabelle said, laughing. “And then I showed her how short my 8-year-old sister is.”

I imagined her motioning waaaaaaaay down.

“And?” I asked.

“And my friends asked why Sophie’s so short, so I told them she has a short family, and she has Down syndrome.”

Did they know what that was? I asked. One did, one didn’t. And what did she tell her?

“I said that Sophie’s really short and really flexible and she had heart problems and she had heart surgery and she has a bump on her chest. And that she reads really really well but she learns kind of slowly.”

And that was it. Like I said, so wise. I’m not sure what sort of crazy miraculous thing I did to create either of my kids, but I consider myself damn lucky.