A: That’s a strange smile…
B: It’s not a smile, it’s a grimace.
A: Oh, why are you still grimacing?
B: I can’t help it. When I was little, I was making funny faces and my mom said not to because ‘My face might get stuck that way’. I was rebellious. I grimaced at her.
A: And it stuck that way?
B: Yep.
A: But didn’t she tell you that if your face gets stuck that way that someone has to pull your left pinky and it will release?
B: No! Really?
A: Sure, come here… (pulls left pinky sharply so the knuckle cracks)
B: OH MY GOD! My face is normal again!
A: Grimaces at the blasphemy… and it sticks.