So my band teacher said that 7th grade was easy since you just have to "breathe air and grow an inch"

And Michael will not let me hear the end of it since I'm short

I was getting paper on the top shelf last night and almost hurt my back stretching to get it

I told Michael

And he said I should take Mr. Band's advice and grow an inch

So I told my family this

Dad: Is Michael cute?

Me: What?!

Dad: Your face got red when you said his name!

Mom: Her face has been red since yesterday! She's sick!

Dad: Yeah, but it got even redder since Michael's probably a hottie!

Me: *throws chip at Dad*

Dad: *eats chip*

Sister: Keep trash-talking and you'll get free chips!

Dad: Of course, 'cause she's gotta stay thin for Michael~!

Mom: *offended gasp*