Wrinkles...

Last night I was laying next to Paige "talking about her day" as she likes to call it. Every night before bed she insists I lay down next to her and she says "lets talk about my day mommy!" Of course I love this. So last night we were going through the day; school, lunch, playing, etc. She points to my forehead:
Paige: "Mommy what is that?"
Mommy: "What?"
Paige: "Those things, those lines there"
Mommy: Realizing what she is talking about and feeling even more deflated after a long day at work, "Oh honey, those are wrinkles"
Paige: "But I don't have those wrinkles mommy?"
Mommy: "No Paige, you don't. You have very pretty skin"
Paige: "But mommy, why do you have those?"
Mommy: "Well Paige, when you get older, you get wrinkles on your skin." This is not the conversation I was hoping we'd be having.
Paige: "But grampy is old and he doesn't have the wrinkles like this."

Oh great, so now I'm more wrinkly than Jay's 90+ year old grandfather.

I think it is time to fire the facialist!

You can always count on the kids to keep you humble...