My mother bought my middle child some clothes from her favorite shoppe- The Underdressed Teen, and so I asked her to try them on for size. You should know that the items bought were bike shorts and a crop top.

Anyhow, as she went to try them on… without any insecure thought in her little head, I shot a look at my mother. When she came back out, I just stared.

Kid: What?

Me: Nothing.

Bubbie: That’s some body

Kid: Why are you giving me a look?

Me: You’re hair needs to be brushed.

Kid: Yeah, sure, ok.

So, I’m a lot hateful.