Your ’skirt incident’ reminds me of the day my goddaughter looked at my forehead and pointed asking ‘what’s that?’ (Stressing the word ‘that’ as if it was ‘the cooties’). I didn’t catch on at first so while approaching the mirror, I held onto hope that maybe it was from the chocolate she was eating or even black magic marker filling in my brows like Uncle Leo in a Seinfeld episode she might have pulled off while I was sleeping! Unfortunately, it wasn’t Uncle Leo’s brows. It was a wrinkle.
It’s amazing how honest and inquisitive kids can be in their innocence. But now that she’s cool and has to look just right for the Jonas Brothers, I manage to use that moment to remind her that one day that appalling wrinkle can be all hers if she doesn’t put on the sunscreen “You don’t want one of THESE (pointing to my forehead) do you?