Sarah and I were riding our bikes back from the library. Luke, a boy a couple streets over, was selling lemonade. Sarah came home, put on lip gloss, checked her face in the microwave, and asked me how her lips looked on her way out to buy lemonade. I said, "They look good...are you trying to snag Luke?" She got all indignant and huffed, "No! He's way too young for me! He's, like, 10! My lips were dry, that's all. Geez, why do you always assume the worst?" And off she pedaled to snag some lemonade.