My husband is pretty tall which is something I absolutely love about him. But he turned 30 a month ago and now he thinks he's shrinking. Using a measuring tape (the most accurate measurement in the world) he has determined that he's about an inch shorter than he used to be. I didn't think it bothered him (again citing the accuracy of having someone who's 5'4 measure you with a tape measure), but at dinner he was quiet for a bit and then broke the silence with the following conversation.
T.G.: You know when I went out for about 10 minutes just to try and shovel some of the snow from the end of the driveway? I wore your Uggs.
T.G.: You know what's scary about that? They fit perfectly. My feet must be shrinking too.
T.G.: I'm serious.
Me: That's because my Uggs are big. My mom bought them for me when I was pregnant with Riley remember? They are a size 11 because my feet were too swollen to fit a 9 1/2 then.
T.G.: (Visibly relieved) Oh.
I find it endearing that my husband who is easily one of the least worrisome people I know was worried he's becoming a shrinky dink.