(scene opens in shoe warehouse)
Register Lady: (checking pastel and white athletic shoes) I hope these stay nice and white for you.
Me: They’re not for me. They’re her’s. (tilts head in Gamma’s direction)
RL: (confused look) And how old are you, pretty girl?
Gamma: (proudly) Ten.
RL: (shocked) She’s ten years old and wearing a lady’s seven?!
Me: (sighs) Husband is 6’4″. None of them take after me.
RL: (moar shocked) She’s going to be tall.
Me: I’m hoping for Super Model. Help pay for college.