Hint, hint.

I was eating lunch today, watching my nieces take turns trying to eat my purse, when something funny happened.

One baby came up to me and pointed to my lap.

Aww, she wants me to hold her! That's adorable, I thought. I must be the best aunt ever!

Then I looked down.

Said baby didn't want to be held. She was pointing at Pug hair on my pants.

After she pointed it out, she went about her baby business in another room.

I took the hint, lint rolled myself, then went back to work.

Babies.