A glove.) First response: "My Aunt Lydia."
Me: *slowly counting on fingers* let's see... ok... carry the 1... um... That would be everything
So they can run their fingers through their hair.
Five pairs of gloves one for each hand.
Gloves. Just kidding, he hasn't opened them yet.
Her response - with a flat, even look: "I've been well seasoned." I lost it
That was very amoosing
This guy.
So I don't drop it again, Sir.