I saw this cartoon and it just cracked me up. For whatever reason, my family would pull out the scale and we would take turns weighing in. I always went last because I've always struggled with my weight all of my life and I really didn't like the scale... This one day, I was especially hesitant because a number that I never wanted to see was looming closer. Eventually, I got on, looked down and burst into tears. I was well over that dreaded number. Everyone suddenly became very animated, talking at the same time. My Dad grabbed me by my arms and told me to get back on the scale. I told him no, I didn't need to see that again. He insisted and then told me that he had been pushing down on the back of the scale!! Turns out, I was not even close to that dreaded number! I laugh now. My Dad was quite the jokester!
