You know what's awesome? What's awesome is when you are absolutely, positively the shortest one in the family...and your kids come up to you and affectionately call you "shorty"...and you don't even care if they smell like stinky, funky little men because you're getting a delicious side hug...and you rejoice in the fact that they occasionally smell like Axe (because it is slightly better than B.O.)...and you are so thankful that the song "Short People" never, EVER plays on the radio any more as surely if it did, it's all you'd be hearing. All in all, I have to say that being the shortest one in the family pretty much rocks. And, besides, being short gives you an automatic placement in the "cute" category, right? Right?!?! Countin' on it!