Transman isn’t totally obsessed with being short (because, really, he’s not that short, really. I swear.), but he had a humbling experience when his barely-into-his-teenage-years son got out the measuring tape the other night and said, “Let’s see how tall I am.”
Son 1 is 6’2″. Transman is panicked. There’s still a good 5-6 years of growing ahead for Son 1. He will be 9 feet tall. We need to move out of our house and into a giant Redwood.
Forget hauling that kid anywhere in the overgrown roller skate we refer to as the family car. We’re now in the market for a Liebherr T 282B.
Let’s not even go into the amount of food the lad can pack away. Transman thought he had a magic refrigerator for a while because as soon as he put food inside, it disappeared. Then, one afternoon as he was unloading the groceries, he realized a giant hand was reaching over and intercepting everything Transman was taking out of the bags and trying to put on the shelf.