Today I was sitting in the Parish Hall after the inter-generational service, sipping a coffee, when a girl of about 12 years came up to me and said (without any prelude),

"Why are you wearing a kilt?" Score one for her, she recognized it as a kilt.

"Because I like to wear the kilt."

"Are you from Scotland?" Score another for her, she realized it's Scottish.

"I have visited Scotland once, but I've never lived there."

A 30- or 40-second pause, then "Are you wearing underpants?"

Gulp. "Why do you think that's an appropriate question?"

"I dunno." Another pause. "Well, are you?"

"Are you?"

"Yup!" And she pushed the waistband of her slacks down far enough to show the waistband of her panties.

I don't remember what happened next, except that I did not get thrown out of the Parish Hall.

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