It's finally happened. I knew it would. Her parents are nice and tall; mine, well, aren't. But still, imagine my dismay when my dearest Katrina comes bounding up to me with her crazy energy and excitedly shows how she is finally taller than me. *sigh* It's ok, though. I got to spend the entire time teasing her and her "boyfriend". Hehe, it's so cute.

ANYWAYS, the point still is that the girl is 11. 11!!!!! She is not supposed to be taller than me! Hmph!

I still love you, Katrina. I just don't like you quite as much.















(This was taken two weeks ago, when I could still say we were the same height).

So what's next? I guess now my own brothers will be surpassing me soon! Hmph. Anyone got growth pills or something??

-Dani, 4'11