So today I was there.
Small Daughter is probably not the best description for my youngest girl, as she is extremely tall for her age (9) and stands head and shoulders above most of her classmates.
The tallness, combined with the fact that she is very skinny gives her the effect of looking like the Betty Spaghetti dolls she used to play with when she was little.
SD looked very pleased to see me, and spent most of the time waving at me from across the playing field. She was in three different races, and it was clear from the first one that she was wasn't the least bit interested in winning. She had no sense of urgency, and made me smile to myself as she ran so slowly, trailing behind the others.
She reminded me of a graceful - but slow - baby giraffe running across the plains. If there had been a prize for the most elegant runner she would surely have won, but it was not to be. But she was smiling the whole time and seemed to be having a great time.
In the meantime I'm going to have to think of a new name for her, because I've got to accept that she's not my small daughter anymore.