While in a department store tonight, I overheard a conversation between a cute thirty-something couple who was standing in the women’s swimming suit section. The dad, attempting to be helpful, was trying to entertain their two small daughters, probably ages five and seven.

The mother, obviously displeased with her figure, which she continually referred to as “mushy,” kept holding up swimming suits, looking at her husband for his approval, hanging them back up, and grumbling, “Maybe Mom just won’t go to the swimming pool anymore!”
Finally, the younger daughter turned to the other and said, “Let’s play. You be the husband, and I’ll be the wife.”

“Good idea,” said the older nonchalantly. “You pick out swimsuits, and I’ll tell you they look too tight.”