Armor Enhancements

I was in the garage smoking a cigar and drinking Scotch with the garage door open when my daughter came out to spend time with me in front of the heater. We're watching the drizzle when it quite unexpectedly turned to snow.

My daughter rushes out in her coat and flip-flops, twirling around and around as if on the beach.

Then bolts into the house.

A few minutes pass and she comes out in boots and a hat, and holds up her gloved hands bent 90-degrees up at the elbows like a surgeon.

"Upgrades." she says.

And rushed back out.