Mom: Petey, look how fast you're growing! You're going to be all arms and legs! Petey: Ha ha! Alice: How soon? Mom: How soon what? Petey: Make Alice quit staring at me.
I hate being a girl. 5’9” and I won’t grow any more. Sigh.
I hate being a girl. 5’9” and I won’t grow any more. Sigh.