She sighs. "You've still got that issue of the turn forward," a slight shrug. "But, at least you're not making that face anymore when I ask you to do them."
I do the crinkled forehead bit to indicate my confusion. "What face?" (Like I don't know.)
"Oh, you know," she says, "This one."
Another patient sigh from Miss Bianca. "No, you're not."
Oh, just wait. 'Cause I've got much worse expressions than that one.