Yesterday evening after Jeremy got home from work, we were all enjoying a cuddly family moment on the couch. I looked down at Emma, who was sitting close beside me. We had spent the morning at the park, so her little nose and cheeks were covered with a fresh sprinkling of cute lil' freckles.
"You sure have a lot of freckles, my dear", I told her.
She looks sweetly up at me, and gently touches my cheek with her fingers.
"And you sure do have a lot of pimples, Mommy."
Thank you for that, darling daughter. There is nothing like the (sometimes brutal) honesty of a five-year old.
(also, let the record show that my husband laughed uproariously at this, instead of telling me how incredibly and breathtakingly beautiful I am. Traitor.)