My perspasive and succinct husband commented on seeing the spandex suits of the short-track mens’ speedskating teams, apropos of nothing at all, “Huh. They have nipples.”
You’d think he’d know better than to voice such thoughts aloud.
Immediately a small, parroting, screeching voice promptly picked up the chorus and leapt around the house screaming, “NIPPLES! NIPPLES! THEY HAVE NIPPLES!”
The she sidled up to us and asked, “Are they like jelly beans nice and spicy?”
Life around here is quite often exasperating, but never, never dull.