Crap spread everywhere all over the house and no one willing to pick it up.
We were sitting on the couch to have a chat about my expectations for her cleaning up before lunch. She leaned in for a kiss and a hug (awww), and then pointed to my face and said:
"What dat?"
"Dat a worm?"
"Dat a cat-pillar?"
After laughing uncontrollably, I explained that it was, in fact, something called an eyebrow.
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