When you're the lone girl in a family, you get used to hearing the blunt, straight-forward truth about things.
For instance, I had something in my eye that I just couldn't get out. After all three of my menfolk had looked and tried to see what it might be.. Cy says, "Well, what I can see is that one of your eyelashes looks like a broken tree branch. Maybe that's what is poking you?"
Really?
