In our family we specialise in small women. Mostly we lurk around the 5 foot mark. However the youngest of our number is considered a giantess at 5 foot 4.
My mother has done that shrinking thing that people of a certain age do, so now I *ahem* tower over her.
I like to pat her on the head whilst saying something like 'Alright littl'un? What's the weather like down there?'
She likes to respond with the show of tiny fists and the promise of imminent violence upon my person.
It never comes to anything because I deftly distract her in my capacity of caterer. A cup of tea and a bag of smoky bacon crisps have not let me down yet.