Elephant Skin

Austin has a leather jacket that's probably 15 years old and it's really in bad shape. He was wearing it and caressing it fondly.

Austin: I really love this jacket. I mean, I loved it for years, but I need a new one. This one just doesn't feel like me anymore.

So I touch the jacket, then I touch his skin.

Me: You're right. You don't feel like that jacket at all.

Austin: Yeah, it kind of feels like elephant skin now. Sort of like your mom.

I start rolling laughing.

Austin: Don't tell your mom I said that.

Me: I won't tell her. I'll just let her read it on Facebook.

Austin: Don't put it on Facebook either.

So this one isn't on FB.