I made it worth their while by letting them buy me lunch at Mexico Lindo.
I guess the highlight of today's visit was when they pulled up and my mom said "Huh. I never know WHAT you'll be wearing."
Tank top, skirt, leggings?
"Pixie," Pa Pista said.
"She's a pixie!" Ma Pista said. "You look like a pixie!"
And then my dad said later: "We just walked past three women all dressed like you, except wearing different colored tutus."
Couldn't you just squeeze their little cheeks?