Jill: I'm sorry. I know that this is hard for you. I remember when my sister hit her teens. She was doing all this interesting stuff that I wished I was doing.
Randy: Well, like what?
Jill: Well, she got her own room. She started wearing makeup, shaving her legs. Can you imagine how I felt when she got to wear a bra and I was still wearing a dorky undershirt?
Randy: Yeah, I can. When do you think I'll get to wear a bra, Mom?
Jill: OK. OK, that's probably not the greatest example.