In the car mother asked, "Who was that good looking man in the Mustang who waved at you?"
I told her that he was the track coach.
"Well he seemed to like you, but I must say, he was a good looking young man. Wasn't he?"
I, without thinking, did agree that he was good looking and then got red in the face as I recalled what mother once said about blushing. When one blushes, it's either that they did something wrong or they wanted to do something wrong.
She then surprised me by saying, "Now my pretty one, there is nothing wrong in thinking that he was good looking."