"Ow, it's burning."
Serge is standing in the doorway to the office and I'm trying to ignore him, reading as I am, some beloved person's blog.
I ask disinterestedly while I continue reading and only marginally comprehend him when he says,
"My face. I put some cream on it and now it's burning. Look."
He sidles up next to me so that I am forced to look up at his face. It is red and greasy looking.
"What did you put on your face?"
"What kind of cream?"
"Honey, why are you putting foot cream on your face?"
"Because my face is dry, and we don't have any hydrating cream so I thought the foot cream would be the same thing."
"Gosh hon, I'm pretty sure when they came up with the title for the cream. they had a reason. Now go wash that off and we'll go buy you some face moisturizer."
And I am charmed as we walk to the drugstore together.