This morning as I walked in behind Grandpa, Dad said to him, "Somebody's here!" Grandpa said something that sounded suspiciously like "ugh," and I raised my eyebrows in an "excuse me?" look. Dad said, "You'd better be nice to her!" and Grandpa said to me with enthusiasm, "Why hello! You look natural! You must be from Wichita!" I spent a few moments trying to figure that out. In appearance, I am very natural when I'm with Gpa - no makeup, don't bother much with my hair, etc. (I do wear clothes.) I thought maybe this was Gpa's way of saying, "Good morning! You look like crap!" But I couldn't figure out the Wichita connection.
"Huh?" I said.
"You look natural! I've seen you someplace before!"
"Oh, you mean familiar? Yeah, you look familiar, too," I said in a pretend disappointed, I'm-tired-of-looking-at-you tone.
Grandpa laughed.
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