When I was much smaller than I am now, my mother and I were out walking one wintry day and I got stuck in a snow drift.  I started panicking and screaming, "Mom, help me!"  She had to pull me out because I was too little to do anything but cry.  I think the main thing my mother appreciates about this story (and she often brings it up with a smile) is that it reminds her of that brief period of time when she was actually bigger than me, the humor of which is apparent when one notices how petite she is and how tall I ended up becoming.

Merry Christmas.