So, the other day Haven says to me, "Make a mad face Mom." I oblige, only to have her stare intently at my face and say, "OK, now I'm going to count the wrinkles."
Today, I had lunch with Joni at her school. I'm sitting chatting with the little friends when Joni's best friend points to my nose and says "It goes like this," and she pinches her fingers together, "It's like a monster."
Evidently, I should wear a paper bag to all school functions. I thought my appearance wasn't supposed to be embarrassing until they were teenagers?!