New Heights Of Awkwardness

(I’m a 19-year-old girl. My uncle, whom I haven’t seen since I was 12, is visiting my parents. I walk into the dining room carrying a glass of milk.)

Uncle: *to me* “Milk, huh? Very healthy. Hoping you’ll get to be as tall as your mom?”

(My mother enters and stands beside me. The top of her head is roughly level with my chin.)

Mom: “I know you haven’t seen her in a long time, big brother, but I’d think you’d at least remember how tall I am.”