My husband is slender and to me: tall. I am 5’3" and he is 5’10". But in his family, he’s the shortest except for his mom. Both his brothers are tall, well over 6 feet. His nephews are even taller: 6’7" and 6’9". Naturally, good natured teasing goes along with this disparity.
Recently, the eldest brother John, who works in New York for Google, had to come to California on business and he was able to spend the weekend at our house. As he arrived, he greeted Steve with: Hey, runt brother!" As the shortest in my own family (both my brothers are also over 6 feet) I found the term sweet and endearing. (Granted, as a female, being short isn’t the same as for men.)
This summer, as the guys were playing croquet during a visit to Ohio, I managed to photograph John and Steve together so that I could tell this story in a 4×6 digital scrapbooking layout.