Didn’t Realize We Were Window Shopping

My half-sister is twenty years younger than me. She must have been two or three years old when this happened. She is at that age when they can run, but only leaning forward and about to fall over at any minute.

We were walking down the road with our dad, just out shopping in the local neighborhood, when she went running at full speed down the road in excitement, shouting:

Half Sister: “Look! Look!”

She was looking at, well, nothing we could work out. She came to a stop, staring in amazement, eyes like saucers,

Half Sister: “A man shaving a window!”

The window cleaner with a squeegee managed not to laugh at her, but he was grinning.

As we walked past:

Half Sister: “Bye-bye, window shaver!”

The window cleaner burst into laughter at that point and waved goodbye.

Half Sister: *To us.* “Why was he shaving windows?”

Me: “To clean them.”

She thinks more, then asks her dad:

Half Sister: “Why you never shave our windows? They dirty!”

We all laughed this time, except dad, who ran back to get that ‘window shaver’s’ number!