Ruby was waiting for her lunch, playing with her fork.
“Just don’t comb your hair with your fork after you put it in your food,” I told her.
Blaine started laughing. “What some people would assume was a given…”
“Nothing can be assumed with Ruby,” I said.
“The funny part of that statement is that you didn’t tell her not to comb her hair with her fork. Just not to comb her hair with her fork after it was dirty. We’re so civilized.”