Child rearing manual for plastic surgery addicts?

Been looking for the perfect gift idea for that friend with Body Dysmorphic Disorder: "My Beautiful Mommy," by Florida plastic surgeon, Dr. Michael Salzhauer, sets out to explain to children why Mommy is getting a tummy tuck, nose job, and breast implants. Luckily, the children's book will be coming out sometime around Mother's Day, which may be when many Mommies get such presents from Daddies. The tummy tuck and nose job get a deliberate explanation, but not the boob job. The author says, "I tried to skirt that issue in the text itself. The tummy lends itself to an easy explanation to the children: extra skin and can't fit into your clothes. The breasts might be a stretch for a six year old." Mommy tells her little girl, "You see, as I got older, my body stretched and I couldn't fit into my clothes anymore. Dr. Michael is going to help fix that and make me feel better." Hey Mom, BUY NEW CLOTHES! I can only imagine what reaction I would have had as a child....freaking out when my jeans got tight! Please don't send me to evil Dr. Michael who will cut your body to bits just to save money on those costly new clothes. I mean, why else would you not just buy new clothes? (I think I would say!) Mommy doesn't tell her daughter in the book why she's getting her nose done, though she does let her know it won't just look "different, my dear - prettier." Is it me or is this like a freaking "Twilight Zone" episode? "The Stepford....." Mother? After Mommy's mysterious absence and wildly unnecessary surgical procedures, she comes home good as new, just sporting a couple of small, feminine little bandages on her nose and around her waist. Remember, no one told her kid about the breast implants, but maybe she will notice the much larger load Mom's carrying up top now, as is fully present in the illustrations. In the end everyone is happy, because Mommy is "even more" beautiful than before. Somebody slap me and say this is a joke! Sadly, it's true, and it will probably be a popular item on the shelves of Hollywood's little ones!

P.S. Forgive my typo in the last post: I forgot the "s" in prostitute.