Tonight as I was reading PioneerWomans blog about her ballet headshot (before I read of her brush with death afterwards) it got me to thinking about something the Nidge said to me a few weeks ago...
"What's what baby?"
"Those" as he points to my forehead...
"Oh, those...those are mommy's wrinkles"
"Why you have sprinkles mommy?" as he wrinkles his nose up to make his own sprinkles...
"Oh cuz momma's old and I got those from working too much" *wink*
"Read me story?"
I live for these moments even when they do bring to light that I'm not getting any younger!
5 days ago