A guy comes into the store with two kids. They wander around for a while, leave, come back, and have some very typical conversations, then the daughter, about four years old leaves by herself.
She comes back two minutes later and says "Mommy says it's going to be a few minutes longer before the weird guy finishes on her toes."
Heads bob up like lemurs after the first strike of thunder.
The dad giggles slightly. "I think you mean that it will be a few more minutes because mommy is getting her toes done. At the salon upstairs."
The daughter shaked her head. "Nuh uh. Mommy says she likes it when guys finish on her toes."
There is suppressed laughter from a couple of other customers.
The dad shakes his head but lets it go, and they look at books for a while longer.
Eventually, the mom comes downstairs.
"Honey." The husband says. "Caitlin was just saying how much you like getting your toes done."
"Really?" The woman asked. "Because that's not what I told her to tell you."
I am so glad I won't be responsible for this girl's therapy bills in the c̶o̶m̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶y̶e̶a̶r̶s̶ future.