"Sixteen is a right tender age for a girl. So many things, people and experiences yet before ye!"
"But that doesn't give you the right to be so condescending, uncle."
"Now what makes you think I'm being condescending? I was jist thinking outloud, is all."
"Was it about me?"
"Well yea, I guess it was. From looking at how pretty and young ye are."
"Well then, Grandpa, I really don't want to hear it. Coming from you it just sounds like you're a dirty old man."
"Okey, dokey, then my young miss. I'll just mosey on over here, and commence lookin at the "other ladies" as ye might be callin them. Nice to have been speakin to yah. Miss"
Writing by Regina Stemberger