Setting: My sister’s house–the bedroom and hallway.
Me: [Walking past my sister’s bedroom. She glares at me.] What’s wrong with you?
Sister: [She smiles and her glare disappears.] Nothing.
Me: Why were you just glaring at me then?
Sister: I wasn’t. I just have a “glare face”.
Me: A what?!
Sister: A “glare face”.
Me: When did you start doing that?
Sister: I don’t know. I was just born with it.
You know how some people are born with dark hair and blue eyes? I guess my sister got a “glare face”.
PS: I’ve since shaved the beard.