oh dear

This morning I’m snuggling with my sweetest three year old. We’re chatting about nothing at all. Suddenly, he exclaims, alarmed, “Mama! What happened to your forehead?”

“I don’t know, what?”

“You have big wines dere, wike waiwoad twacks!”

Yeah, apparently I’m getting old and wrinkly.

3 thoughts on “oh dear

  1. Oh dear…out of the mouths of babes! I remember looking at my Grandma's hands long ago, at how the skin was so thin and the veins were so visible. And now…those are my mother's hands, and mine are beginning to look that way too!!

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