All throughout dinner my
wife's best friend's four-year-old daughter stared at me as I sat opposite her.
The girl could hardly eat her food for staring.
I checked my shirt for spots,
felt my face for food, and patted my hair in place; but nothing stopped her from
staring at me. I tried my best to just ignore her, but finally it was too much
for me.
I asked her, "Why are you
staring at me?" Everyone at the table had noticed her behavior, and the table went quiet, waiting for her response.
The little girl said, "I'm
just waiting to see how you drink like a fish."
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