When I was about five or six years old, one evening after we had been there, a member of my dad’s church, a very short, round lady, visited us. I was telling her about all the HUGE animals we saw. Nobody was paying me the attention I thought my subject deserved. “Oh, Mrs. A__,” I exclaimed, “we saw a hog as big as you!” There was a very uncomfortable moment in which the lady looked unhappy and my mother very embarrassed. She reprimanded me sharply, and I was crushed.
Only later did I understand that “big” and “tall” are not synonyms. I just thought the hog was as tall as she was and intended no reference to her weight.
A big thanks to my mom Frieda for sharing this story with us. Now as a mom I still see the humor, but oh man can I feel the horror my grandmother must have felt too!