It's About Gloves!
Gracie hears music coming from my office and comes in to sit and listen. It's a good way for her to get to know the many types of music I listen to. You name it, I listen to it.
Last week a particular song was playing:
Grace: They're singing about making love. That's not very nice to play music like that.
Me: No they're not. The song is not about making love.
Grace: That's what the words are about.
Me: Nope. Not about love at all. The group that sings this song can't pronounce the letter G correctly. They're from Outer Frank-furtier. People from Fran-furtier have problems with their sounds. Instead of making the G ...g g g g sound it comes out sounding like an L. This song I'm listening to is about a guy who makes gloves and thinks of his girl friend while he's making gloves. He feels like making gloves when he thinks about her.
Grace starts looking at my legs.
Me: You're looking at my legs. Why?
Grace: I'm trying to figure out whether or not you have a leg to stand on.
That's my girl. Chip off the old Bob.