Squash

A few days ago, I was driving in my van with Sam and her friend Madi in the back. They are talking, talking, talking, oblivious to the fact that I exist. And then I notice this conversation:

"Sam: Women have different shapes. Some are shaped like an hour glass, some are shaped like a pumpkin, and some are shaped like a squash. I'm a pencil.

Madi: Which one do you think your mom is?

Sam: (pause)...a squash.

Madi: well....not a very big squash, but yeh, she's a squash."

Ya know, I can remember back when I was pregnant with the child in this story. I was thrilled to have my first baby. I just knew being a mother was going to be so fulfilling.
How the crap did I get here!? Wiping the counter 438 times a day and being compared to a squash! I have a college degree and a bubbly personality--and I look like a squash.

At least it's not a very big one.