Dear Mom,

You're kind of ... you know? Short.

Oh thank you Miss T. I love you too.

Apparently -I'm- to blame for her getting laughed at on the playground.

There is tall equipment that she cannot reach, and when she tried to prove the prodding students wrong, she fell. They laughed. It's alllll my fault.

She came home, informed me of this incident, and demands that she get taller than I am.

I'm sorry kid, it's genetics. I don't think we can alter your DNA now and ensure you grow taller than I am.

"But it's just not FAIR. You're too SHORT! Now I'm going to be stuck being short like YOU!"

....

Now I'm starting to get a complex. I'm being told off by my 7 year old, for something I cannot change.

However I have no parents to blame, as they are both taller than I am. *sigh* worth a shot!

I tried to explain she should have laughed at herself first, which she blinked at me before saying, "But it wasn't funny. Why would I laugh?"

Well, that is a valid point darling, but if you don't learn to laugh at yourself, they'll never be laughing with you.

Apparently I'm wrong in this too, there's nothing fun or funny about being short, and it is indeed my fault.

For her birthday she's going to wish to grow taller than I am, to avoid this situation repeating itself. According to Miss T, I should have wished to be taller for all of my birthdays growing up, so I'd BE taller, and she wouldn't be short like I am. Lesson learned.

Dear past me, all that birthday wishing for ponies, and talking dolls? Bad idea, you should have wished for height.

'Till next time!