I was aghast at the decrepit state of my fingernails- the effect of continual slamming on the ivories (no tickling here) so I lamented to my brothers in general, “Just look at my fingernails.”
Junior (6) came right up and put his arms around me. A little surprised, I asked him why he had done that- I had wanted him to look at my nails.
“Oh.” he said. “I thought you said ‘hugs for females.”