I told Mom that I wanted her to make me a turkey costume for Thanksgiving. This isn't to say that I want a turkey costume for Thanksgiving, only that I am capable of saying silly things for no reason at all. "Well, why didn't you keep the pilgrim costume I made for you [fourteen years ago]!?" she demanded.
"I got too tall." This argument works every time.
"Oh yeah, that's when you really shot up." I think she snorted.
"OH YEAH! Three-fourths of an inch in two years, baby!" I exclaimed in fond memory.