Dear Buff Guy at the Gym,
I realize that when you leaned back to check out her behind as she walked past you that her Snoopy shirt and youthful face most likely escaped your attention. However, sometime during one of your thirty or so glances, you must have noticed.
Next time you spend your workout oogling a young girl, I want you to think about this:
She still giggles during math every time I say “Time to do #2.”
She whines “Mooooom,” when her little sis is bugging her.
She still asks me to feel her forehead every night when I tuck her in.
Her favorite TV show takes place underwater and features a yellow sponge named Bob.
She’s a little girl.
And if that doesn’t get you… you’re lucky my husband wasn’t here today.
The sweaty lady on the treadmill who was glaring at you.
PS: Put your shirt back on. We’re not impressed.