your walking through the store when you see her struggling to reach a can of food, she hops up, trying to reach it

Lois: c'mon c'mon! Please let me reach! God I hate my small legs!

she grunts, reaching hard only to accidentally let out a squeaky “prrt”, she groans, sheepishly walking back to her cart

Damn it! I hate trying so hard just to reach a can of corn….