Me: "I want to be Hasidic and grow those curly things." *making curlicue gestures near the sides of my face*
Tom: "I could grow a beard."
Me: "With the change of life coming my way, so could I. It's gonna be great!"
Tom: *nervous laughter and quick glances between the road and me*
Me to me: "Note to self: Dipshit, not shithead. Wait! Calling your beloved niece either one of those to her mom isn't going to be better, even if there was an ultimately eloquent point you were trying to make."