I really, really try to not get too wrapped up in vanity, but I have to say it’s a teensy-weensy bit disheartening when you’re not even 30 and your 3-year-old is staring at your forehead and asks, “Mommy, what are all those little lines on your face?”
The other morning Lukie (almost six) said, “Mom, your butt is very wide. But I guess that happens when you’re really old.”