My mom likes to try new facial products and I am usually the beneficiary of the leftover or abandonded products that weren't quite right.
She came over the other day with Oil of Olay wrinkle creme. "This is wonderful. I just thought you might want to try this," she said, handing me the opened jar.
"Seriously, that's your opening?" I asked. "You're handing me wrinkle creme and suggesting I might like to try it?" I looked at Blair standing next to me. "Do you have anything to say about this?"
There may have been a brief flash of sheer panic on his face before he took the jar from me and in his best southern drawl said, "Well I think it's good you learn about these things now, so in 15 or 20 years when you need them, you'll be ready."