May I borrow her?
My wife took our five-year-old daughter shopping with her. The little girl watched her mother try on outfit after outfit, exclaiming each time, “Mommy, you look beautiful!” A woman in the next dressing room called out, “Can I borrow your daughter for a moment?”
When I was 28, I was teaching English to high school freshmen in a school where occasionally the faculty and staff were allowed to dress down. One of those days I donned a sweatshirt and slacks. A student came in and his eyes widened. “Wow!” he exclaimed. “You should wear clothes like that every day. You look twenty, maybe even thirty years younger!”
Climbing the walls
With some misgivings, we left a young baby-sitter in charge of our three energetic youngsters.
When we returned a few hours later, she was sitting alone watching TV. I went to check on the children, and found them in our narrow hallway. By bracing their arms and legs against the walls, two of them had climbed up to the ceiling.
“The baby-sitter taught us how,” they said gleefully. The sitter joined me, her face a deep red. “Since they had me climbing the walls, I figured they might as well be too,” she stammered.
We kept the same girl for the next two years.