A Bit of a Kid

Tizzy sighs: I’m feeling a little bit kind of sad.

Me: Oh yeah? Why are you feeling sad?

Tizzy: I’m just tired of being a boy.

Me: Really? What would you rather be?

Tizzy: Just, not a boy.

Me: Do you wish you were a girl?

Tizzy: No.

Me: Are you wishing you were a man?

Tizzy: No.

Me: What do you want to be then?

Tizzy: I think I just want to be a kid.

A day or two later

Tizzy: I’m just not a boy anymore, but Zip is. He’s only 5.

Me: Actually he’s two.

Tizzy: That’s right. He’s two, and I’m four.

Me: And on your next birthday you’ll  be five.

Tizzy: No, five’s not good, I think I’ll just like to be six.

Me: Six is good, and then there’s seven.

Tizzy: No, no, no. Then there’s eight. And nineteen. I think I’m just going to be nineteen. 

Me: Nineteen’s good...  keep at it, and someday you will be nineteen.

Tizzy: Yeah, but not just right now, right now I’m just going to be a kid. 

Later that day

Brad: SO, I hear you’re no longer a boy, I hear you’re a kid now.

Tizzy: Yeah.

Brad: You really are a big kid, think of all the big kid things you can do.

Tizzy: Yeah, but I’m not a really big kid, I’m just a little bit of a kid.

Brad:  O.K. you’re a little bit of a kid, but Zip's still a little boy.

Tizzy, eyes wide: Oh no! Zip's a HUGE kid! It’s just that I’m just a little bit of a kid.