“I have some pretty good looking legs.” The boy lifts his leg off the couch and studies it intently.
Silence. I’m a little worried about where this is going.
“Don’t you just love my legs? I have some nice looking legs…nice muscle tone, just enough hair.”
Silence, now I’m just a little shocked, and choking on my giggles.
“No, I hate them actually…they’re hideous.”
“Nope I don’t think you could really hate them. These are some pretty nice legs.”
This is what I live with. :) Too funny this one. 
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