Hairy Arms

School had just gotten out and I went to the cafeteria to get a snack. There were a bunch of kids buying food there as well and while I was waiting for my chicken quesadilla, a 5th grade girl asked me where I was from. At the same time a 4th grade girl was pulling at my arm saying, "Mister, Mister!" After calmly telling her to wait a second, I finished my conversation with the 5th grader and turned to the 4th grader.

"Mister. Look! Look! You don't have any hair on your arm!"

She then proceeded to pulled back her sleeve and showed me her hairy, hairy arm.

I have less hair on my arm than a 4th grade girl...wonderful hahah.