I know, it's all my fault. I've passed on to my child the most horrible aliment that one can experience in life: Shortness Syndrome. I grew up being tormented about my physical mishaps. I am only 5 feet tall and still have problems in everyday situations. Example: The Kitchen, I can't reach anything. Stores, why do they have to put everything I need on the top shelf?! Jeans, too long for my short legs and Capri's look like pants on me.
Yesterday Reese had her Kindergarten Physical. The doctor looks at her chart, and then decides to measure her again. He comes back saying that she is a little on the small side. Actually, alot on the small side, she is way below the average height of a normal child her age. Nothing to worry about, she's just short.
Poor Reese, I'm sorry!
