[The following is a true account. It actually happened to me.] Recently I was given a set of juggling balls by a friend. I had never tried to juggle before, so I was quite pleased with myself when, after about four hours of practice, I found I could make a decent show of it. At the first opportunity I showed off this new-found skill to my three-year old niece, thinking how impressed she would be at how clever her uncle was. Looking up briefly from her colouring book to observe my efforts, her only comment was "Clowns can juggle." She went back to her crayons. I slunk away.
(From the "Rest" of RHF)