Throughout dinner, my spouse’s finest good friend’s four-year-old daughter stared at me intently as I sat reverse her.
The little lady may hardly eat her meals for staring.
I checked my shirt for spots, felt my face for meals, and patted my hair in place, however nothing stopped her from looking at me.
Lastly, I requested her, “Sweetheart, can I ask why you’re looking at me? Is there one thing mistaken?”
Everybody had seen her habits, and the desk went quiet, ready for her response.
Lastly… the little lady mentioned…
“Mommy tells Daddy you ‘drink like a fish,’ I’m simply ready to see how ”
