Nothing like spending an hour getting ready for work, thinking you look good, and then having your four-year-old humble you right before you go out the door.
Avery: Mom! Your brace looks like a glub!
Me: A glove?
Avery: Yeah! It looks like a glub from Angel Stadium!
What I [wrongfully] assumed everyone sees:
What Avery sees:
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