Carl and I met up on the swings. But when some smaller kids wanted them, we just walked around Alexandria talking.
"Can you hold my sweater?" Carl asked me. "It's really warm out."
"What are you talking about?" I asked him as I took the sweater and-to his surprise-put it on. "It's so flipping cold out."
Carl laughed, and it pissed me off so much when he used my shoulder as an arm rest. I groaned pushed his arm off.
"Why are you so tall?" I complained. Then I stood on my tiptoes and tried to be the same height of him. That was a bad choice because he just put his hands under my arms and lifted me into the air.
"Why are you so small?"