Et Tu, Hammerhead?

The other night, we were out and about (Hammerhead, Perfect Man, and I), and we stopped to get gas. While Perfect Man was at the pump, Hammerhead, from the back seat, said, "I'm really short."

"You're not shorter than your friends, are you?" I asked.

"Not the guys. But the girls in my class are all so tall."

"Yeah, I remember when Brilliant & Kind and Hilarious & Gifted were your age--the girls grow so much faster. But then they stop growing, and you'll catch up."

"To tell you the truth, I don't mind that much. There are advantages to being small."

"Such as?"

"Well, you fit in smaller places."

"Uh huh."

"Also, girls in eighth grade like to hug a lot. And think about it: If you're a short guy hugging a tall girl, where does your face go?"

"Oh, of course. The boobs."

"Yep. And you know, a lot of my friends will turn their heads to one side or another, but not me. I like to just go face first right in there."

OMFG.