I am outside, walking around watering flowers, dressed like I usually am when working in the yard, which I like to call, "mentally disturbed sporty hobo chic".
The neighbor girl Lily runs into the yard.
Lily: Can Sena play?
Me: She's still sleeping, but she should be up from her nap soon.
Lily: Why are you wearing socks with your sandals?
Me: Well, I had on my tennis shoes. Then I took them off. Then I put my sandals on because I didn't want to walk around in my socks.
I don't say I was too lazy to bend over to stuff my running shoes back on. The way I am dressed sort of implies "laziness".
Lily: That's weird.
Me: Socks with sandals?
Lily: Yeah.
Me: Well, some people wear socks with sandals.
Lily: Who?
Me: They're called Europeans.
Lily: We call them something different here.
Me: What?
Lily: Dorks.
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