Discrimination?

Our baby girl is being discriminated against. That's how she feels anyway. You might wonder why this is. She is a very popular child. I don't think there is a child in her class who doesn't like her. Everybody we know only has nice things to say about her.

The problem is size discrimination. You see, she is the smalles kid in her class. At age nine she wears a size 6 child's clothing. She is 46" tall and 44 pounds. These stats put her firmly in the 5th percentile for height and weight for her age.

The other day in class they were doing an experiment with a fulcrum. They needed one child on one end while the rest of the students had to try to lift that child. When the teacher asked for volunteers, Campbell raised her hand like a good little student. The teacher thanked her but told her that she needed a larger student to do it. They couldn't use her because she was too small.

That day she came home from school practically in tears. She said it wasn't fair that she didn't get to do it just because of her size. Her dad and I tried not to laugh and explained why it wouldn't be a very good experiement with her on the fulcrum. We also told her that we would set one up here at home and let Caleb try to lift her. Hopefully our little talk about everyone being different and everyone having something about their bodies that they don't like worked. This is tricky one. We don't want her to have a body issue complex at 9. We know when she's 30 she'll be glad to be small and petite.