Forehead

James and I were reading on the couch and he asked, "Mommy, what is on your forehead?"

I replied, "Nothing. Why, do you see something?"

James says, "Yes. What are those lines?"

I responded, "Wrinkles, honey. Those are called wrinkles..."

I think this question ranks right up there with Jemma's question, "Mommy, why do you still look like you have a baby in your tummy?" The innocent questions that just remind me of harsh reality...

And, we have snow again...