| Another point maybe worth mentioning here, IMO, is that you could ask your niece or nephew how their day was, and they'd say something like, "Well, Mackenzie told everybody I farted, I started crying, so Austin gave her an indian burn, and then Miss Jackson made the whole class clean out our desks."
My point is that kids always seem to assume an unwarranted but cute level of impossible familiarity. But I find grown women seem to do this, too. It's like they never grew out of it. To me it's totally illogical but totally endearing.
Style alluded to it with a handy quote I can't find right now, about the girls on the playground, and what they were up to.
Bottom line is, you could simply ask a girl how her day was, listen carefully, let her go on and on, and you'll suddenly realize she's given you hours and hours of stuff to work with. You're in.
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