When Gravity Hurts

Thirteen-year-old Kendall and I were primping this morning before school. Looking in the mirror, I said, "I think the design on this t-shirt makes my boobs look low; it draws the eye down."

“Mom,” she replied, "The design on a shirt is not going to affect the way your boobs are hanging."

"Hanging? HANGING?!" Ouch, Kendall.

"Mom, that's not what I meant to say; My boobs hang, too, Mom," she offered.



(No Sweetie, they don't, and that's okay.)


"I meant the way your boobs are sitting, not hanging. Sitting, Mom."


Too late, Honey. But don't worry. Your day will come....

Believe it or not, 30 minutes after this exchange, I recieved this charming cartoon in an email that made reference to the days when our parents used to measure our height and mark it off on a doorframe....