For years now I've been telling my family, "Yeah, I'm little, but I'm mean." I've used it throughout my children's childhoods and I really thought they bought it, hook, line and sinker. I even quoted Bruce Banner, "You won't like me when I'm angry," and my children knew they didn't want to turn mommy into a big green guy with anger management issues. As my children have grown, now taller than I, I admit that I've used my claim of "meanness" to bolster my spine when I'm dealing with behavior issues (don't worry too much...they're relatively minor and most definitely typical at their age).
Well, I was hanging out with my little guy and he was doing his try-to-pick-his-mommy-up-and-carry-her-around thing.
Me: "You need to stop it!"
Little guy: "You're tiny. It's fun."
Me: "I might be little, but I'm mean!"
He looked at me and laughed. HE LAUGHED!
Little guy: "You're less mean than a rabbit, mom."