I keep Tripping over Dad's Genes

A Story from Cousin Gail

My young son, Lance, ran to the car after school almost in tears.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Everybody’s calling me ‘shorty.’ I’m the smallest one,” he cried as the tears began to flow.

“You don’t have to worry,” I said. “You will grow tall. Your dad is tall.”

“And you have your dad’s tall genes.”

“I know,” he replied inconsolably. “And I’m tripping over them all the time.”