Was just having a loving moment with my littlest one tonight, cuddled up in bed, her stroking my face and naming all the different bits:
“Eyebrows” - “Yes, they’re my eyebrows”
“Eyelashes” - “Yes, they’re my eyelashes”
“Eyelins” - “Yes, darling, they’re my eyelids"
“What are these, mummy?”
“What, sweetheart?”
“These, mummy”, pointing at my forehead. “Why have you got these stripes?”
So that’s it, I’m officially old, wrinkly and haggard. Anyone recommend a botox-ician?!
This post was written by Mummojo. She blogs at Mummo Mia, where she chronicles the highs and lows of giving birth to a business.
Photo credit: EvertJan
Stripes! I love it.
Posted by: Susanna (A Modern Mother) | 21 February 2009 at 07:39
Oh No! That's so funny! My five-year-old has said the same thing to me, but she points out my spots too!!!
Posted by: Rosie Scribble | 22 February 2009 at 14:48