I was using a moisturiser on my face when Alison came up and asked me sternly, 'Leela, what are you doing?’
The question ended in a high-pitched squeak. I wondered exactly what I was being chastised for.
She wagged her inch-long index finger at me and in a tone dripping with authority, said, ‘That cream is for big people, not for you and me.’
Being mistaken for a 4-year old feels ridiculously good!
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