My wife and I hosted a dinner party for many of our old friends, some of whom we hadn’t seen for years.
Everyone was encouraged to bring their children and grandchildren along as well.
All throughout dinner, Emma, my wife’s best friend’s four-year-old granddaughter kept staring at me.
This beautiful little girl could hardly eat her food for staring at me.
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.
Finally, I asked her, “Emma, why are you staring at me so?”
Everyone at the table had noticed her behavior also, and the table went quiet, waiting for her response.
Little Emma said, “I just wanna see how you drink like a fish.”