I took Emma to gymnastics drop in today. When we went up to the front desk to pay, the woman behind the counter looked up and exclaimed, “You look so excited to be here!”
I raised my eyebrows tiredly at her, and she quickly amended, “No not you! You look a bit out of sorts. But your daughter is doing an awesome happy dance behind you!”
I enjoy being around perceptive people. I feel much more comfortable scowling in their presence.