A couple days ago, I go to take my break and eat lunch on a swinging bench out front of my job. A little girl, about three years old, is swinging violently on the thing, so I ask her if I can join her (I like swinging, I can balance my soup, I want to be outside). She says YES!, so I sit. All of a sudden she's nearly in my lap, face about two inches from mine inspecting my nose and ears."What are those THINGS in your nose?!" She asks, referring to a couple of piercings.
"Oh, they're just decorations that some big people like to get." I respond.
"OH! Like a Christmas tree?!" She exclaims, she's getting louder and shriller now..."Like Christmas decorations for your NOSE!"
I am dying laughing. Her mother is dying laughing. I love kids.
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