I was putting CM to bed the other night and I was having trouble finding the story
that she had asked me to read.
As I looked through the book she said, "Momma, why are you mad?".
I was little surprised and replied, "I am not mad, honey."
As I went back to flipping through the pages she pointed to my forehead and sweetly said,
"Then why is your head mad?"
She was pointing at my wrinkles!!
Momma needs some Botox, my friends.