Waisted

"Seriously Mom, you need help."

My jaw dropped. "Ex-cuse me?"

"Fine. Guidance." My daughter looked me up and down. "Your top is fine, but you need new pants."

"Why?"

"Because! Low-rise Jeans are in and high-waists..." My daughter rolled her eyes. "They are so last decade."

I couldn't help it.

My laughter was long and loud.

"Oh sweetie! I've been through Y2K. I know what low-risers do to self-esteem and let me tell ya-"

I leaned forward. My daughter flinched back.

"They can take my high-waisted Jeans from my cold. Dead. Hands!"

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Thank you for lingering