We were eating dinner last night and I commented to Hallie that she had a messy face- with ranch dressing dripping down from her eyelash!
Hallie: Your face is messy too.
Kara: (Confused) No it’s not.
Hallie: (Pointing to my face) Yes sir, right there.
Kara (Still confused, I run my hand across my face where she said it was messy, and there wasn’t any food, just a mole!) That’s not messy, that’s a mole.
Hallie: Mom, no it’s not, it’s this (pointing to the brown gravy on the table)
My child is mistaking my moles for food on my face, one of the many cherished moments of motherhood!
