genetics

so. today i had been pumping lynley up all morning that we were going to go play at the store with bennett and all the kids! (ikea)
i was planning to lie about her being potty trained.
what were they gonna do? pull her pants down?
i just knew that she would have so much fun playing at their little place,
and her an bennett were jumping up and down waiting to get in.

and then the dreaded words "ok, i just need to measure her to make sure she's tall enough"

growing up, this sentence was the worst one for me.
considering i am a whopping 5foot now..and entering highschool i was a lovely 4'11
i never got to go on the big rides.
i never could go on the waterslides.
i couldn't reach the pedals.
i coudn't reach the monkey bars.
couldn't, coudln't couldnt.

she was so upset. i was so sad.
why must we pass on our worst genes?
my grandma used to tell me "special things come in small packages" i actually lierally remember repeating that to elementary school bullies. ha!

i think that someday i'll have to tell lynley that.
it broke my heart into peices having to tell her to say bye to bennett,
you get to get in the cart.
so we gave her candy and chocolate and a cimma roll.
but it still didn't make it all better.
she knew.
she kept saying, "i play with the kids mom"

i wanted to tell that lady to shove it.
that shes perfectly capable to play just like all the other 2 year olds.
but...such is life.
i am still ok. and not too emotionally damaged.
hopefully she will be too.

darn you short genes!