My 12-year-old daughter was complaining to her grandmother and I about how much work it is to brush her very long, very beautiful, naturally blonde hair. She has to brush it after her shower. She has to brush it in the morning. Trying to take her concerns seriously, I said, “Well, if you want to be beautiful, you have to work at it.” Then, her grandmother and I said at the same time, “That’s why I’m not so beautiful!” We laughed and tried not to say jinx. Then, my daughter said, “That’s not true, Mom. You wear prosthetic nails.”
I laughed and laughed. “Prosthetic?” I said “Where in the world did she get that?”
“Well, they aren’t your real nails, are they?”
Hummmph! I guess she had a point.