We're big head people.
Get your minds of of the gutter, people! I'm talking about the attic, the bean, the belfry, the biscuit, the block, the brain, the coconut, the cranium, the crown, the dome, the dream box, the gray matter, the nob, the noddle, the noggin, the noodle, the nut, the pate, the poll, the potato, the pumpkin, the scalp, the skull, the think tank, the thinker, the top story, the upper story, the upstairs, the wig. THE HEAD.
And in our family it's la cabeza grande. The big head.
After giving birth to ~K~ I could not properly walk or sit for 5, count 'em, FIVE, weeks. And she only weighed 6 pounds, 4 ounces. Most of it, head. Big. Round. Head.
In her photos, she resembles the Brain. Makes one wonder, who's really her daddy? See the resemblence:
Poor baby. Of all the things to inherit. But everyone here has a big head so she fits right in with the rest of the relatives. (I've a collection of the most unflattering family photos too. E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial (1982) has some real competition for the big head, skinny neck contest).
The girls' headbands never fit quite right. My dad had to have his hats (back in the days when real men wore real hats - and not baseball caps either) specially made by Meyer the Hatter. I once got stuck in a motorcycle helmet. Don't ask. Just know. Big. Heads.
So the point to this tale is:
Last night I was watching tv when ~K~ came in to lie next to me. Of course, her grande tête was blocking the screen. I asked her to please move that big ole head a little to the left to get it out of the way.
~K~ then said "Well, you have a big head too."
"I'm well aware of that," I replied, "you come by yours naturally."
So of course ~K~ must add her closing comment, getting in the last words. "But yours is filled with mustard seeds."
Education will broaden a narrow mind, but there is no known cure for a big head.