I’m so short that my kids can put things out of my reach.
I’m so short that my cats try to pet ME.
I’m so short that I look for clothing sales at Gap Kids.
I’m so short that when the sun rises, I’m the last one to see it.
I’m so short that I can actually drive by looking through the steering wheel instead of over it….while sitting straight up.
I’m so short that when I take my kids to the fair, I get funny looks from the attendants when I walk past the “you must be this tall to ride” signs.
I’m so short that I have to keep a step stool in almost every room of my house.
I’m so short that I don’t have to worry about age induced back problems because I have to look up at EVERYONE.
Back in middle and grade school, I got called every name you can think of because of my height. I’ve heard so many short jokes in my lifetime that I don’t take offense to them at all. As a matter of fact, I’m usually the first person to crack one. I embraced who I am a long time ago. My mother is 4’11”. My late father was 5’10”. I’m nestled right between them.
Tell all the short jokes you want. I’ll be the first one to laugh. That’s called being okay with myself.