No Grown Ups Allowed

Our goddaughter, Lucy, was baptized yesterday. Her parents' home was overflowing with relatives and friends. A few of us actually ended up on the front lawn.
Lucy's cousin, Katie, came outside to voice a request.
"We're going to play a game, and we need the big kids to go away from the little kids," the 4-year-old said.
"Are you a big kid or a little kid?" David asked.
Katie looked confused, like she was surprised she had to explain this to us.
She pointed her tiny finger at me, then Libby, then David.
"You're the big kids," she said.