HNT~ Skips a generation

No two things in my life have brought me so much strife and envious attention all at the same time. No, I am not referring to my darling children but rather my breasts. Yes, they are large. At one point they were so large I had to mail order my boulder holders in a size EE otherwise known as an H. Thankfully they have since receded to a size I can purchase in stores as long as I am up for some hunting. In the fourth grade I started developing and by 5th grade my mother was enforcing daily bra wearing. I was the victim of endless snapping by the boys and the envious hate of all the girls. Once I surpassed a C cup they became a burden. Something that attracted sleeze bags and invited rude behavior. Heck I even had one pin headed girl stick her head in an empty bra and run around my apartment complex yelling about how huge my knockers are. Sure they have come in handy... Free drinks, getting into clubs, making people more willing to help me out... But along with that power comes a burden - the dark side. I know it too well and because of this I fear for my children's future. Thus far the big boobie gene has skipped a generation. My grandmother inherited it from her grandmother. I'm hoping my girls give it to their kids instead of saddling my husband with the heart attack inducing job of protecting them from would be honkers, grabbers, and snappers. The other day their teen years flashed before my eyes and I said this prayer up to God
Are you there God? It's me Margaret.. Oh no wait that's a Judy Blum novel.. What I really did was hope that my heart didn't explode, waved my fist angrily in the air and hollered "It better skip a generation buddy!"