Doctor Dad
I sat on the couch watching TV when the door opened and my daughter Sarah came in. She had on a cute pale white sundress, having spent the last 2 hours downtown with her friends. Being a swimmer, Sarah liked to show off her long, trim legs. So, of course the dress was a bit shorter than I would have liked. Instead of the happy, bubbly daughter I was accustomed to, she was slightly hunched over with her hand on her stomach with a clear grimace on her face. As she bent forward, squeezing her stomach, it looked as if her little breasts were about to pop out of her dress. I quickly turned my focus to her face, realizing I was spending a bit too much eye time on my daughter’s body. “Hi Honey. …