Yesterday afternoon, the 7 year old nephew Gregory and I were floating in the pool when he said, "Look at your hands."
I held up my water shriveled fingers and said, "Yeah, they wrinkly from the water."
"No, look at the other side. It's wrinkly too. You have OLD LADY HANDS!"
I laughed so hard I began to hack like a water deprived cat.
Then I had to make sure Gregory understood others may not react with laughter if they heard the same.
Typing this with crow-like hands,