So, I’m taking my daughter to gymnastics practice yesterday. And we hit a red light. My right arm is on the arm rest, That is what they are designed for. And, suddenly, I feel plucking. On my arm.
Isabella (she’s 10): You have white hairs on your arms.
Me: Yes. probably. But I am driving. I am old.
Iz: You also have them in your nose. White ones.
Me: You know I am driving an actual car., Yes?
Iz: Also, your ears. Long ones. Daddy, Can’t I pluck them?
Me: Good God, No. We are driving. And, when did you become an English waif?
[Re-read that wif an English girl’s voice.]