As usual while we're home alone, when Katie is talking to me about almost anything at all, I pull down my pants, turn around, and moon her. This usually elicits a small chuckle, but this time, she audibly gasps.
"Pookie, what happened?" she says, as the evidence of my rather lackluster skiing ability becomes apparent. "Your bum is so bruised it looks dirty!"
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