Compliment or not...

As Yessa and I were walking into her music lesson just now, we got out of the van and she said, “There’s a Tesla in the bank drive up lane.”

(She’s got a long and loving fascination with Teslas.)

I looked over. The car in question was partially hidden by another car, and I certainly couldn’t tell what it was.

“How can you tell?! Can you smell them?”

“I can tell by the butt.” She replied.

“That’s how Dad recognizes me,” I responded.

She got that contemplative look on her face, and I could feel the heat from the burn headed my way.

“I actually think it’s smell for you.”

😆