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synnoveaevaelThe cute.
My coworker's 14 year old kid is here, in her soccer camp uniform (Camp was cancelled. It was pouring, they're threatening TORNADOES - hello, I live in New Jersey, not Kansas - so she's here)
I hear from behind me "eeEEeew. What is THAT??" in the most horrified of tones.
I glance over and she's sitting cross legged on the floor and poking at her outter thigh.
She's got some cottage cheese action. (Her mother has large legs. Not large hips so much as her legs are really big, so this was bound to happen.)
I go "Hunnie, that's cellulite. It happens."
She says "eEEww. WHY??"
I say, "Cause the gods are cruel."
She sighed. I told her it was better to have some thighs than to look like a walking skeleton.
She smiled.
She's a cute kid.
My coworker's 14 year old kid is here, in her soccer camp uniform (Camp was cancelled. It was pouring, they're threatening TORNADOES - hello, I live in New Jersey, not Kansas - so she's here)
I hear from behind me "eeEEeew. What is THAT??" in the most horrified of tones.
I glance over and she's sitting cross legged on the floor and poking at her outter thigh.
She's got some cottage cheese action. (Her mother has large legs. Not large hips so much as her legs are really big, so this was bound to happen.)
I go "Hunnie, that's cellulite. It happens."
She says "eEEww. WHY??"
I say, "Cause the gods are cruel."
She sighed. I told her it was better to have some thighs than to look like a walking skeleton.
She smiled.
She's a cute kid.
