As usual, I was walking around with Hazel in the moby, and her little legs were poking out. Someone gushes, “Oh, look at those wonderful chubby legs!”.
I turned around and said in what was an obviously joking voice, “Hers, right? Not mine?”
The person didn’t get it.
Don’t you hate it when you’re clever, witty, and fabulous and the people around you just don’t appreciate it?