Me picking up Sir Toots from daycare. He asks me to tie his shoe and when I bend down to his feet he points at my face.
Funny look on his face and he tells me "stop squishing them together."
"What are you talking about? My eyes? My eyes aren't closed."
"No Mom, right here."
And he leans in and puts his little chubby finger on the wrinkles that I have developed on my forehead since I had children and curls his lip at me. Like I'm old or something.
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