No Good Way To Finish That Sentence

In effort to lighten the mood around here: Saturday during the day, I was having an early dinner in town. Sure enough, a small gaggle of Girl Scouts (with their mothers) were dutifully selling cookies on a brisk afternoon. I bought a box for the cast, and got to the show.

Ryan, our cast's resident 11 year old, saw the cookies on the table.

"Ya missed a button, kid." His shirt wasn't made up quite right, and Nicole knelt down to fix him up. She starts laughing.

"What's so funny?" I asked. Nicole explained that Ryan claimed that I liked the girls, and not the cookies. Wow. Blink. Blink.

"Big words, coming from someone being dressed by a lady twice his age."

Nicole looked at me and defended, "I'm not dressing him, I'm und-- never mind."

Couldn't stop laughing for nearly a minute.

That was good.