Yesterday I was sitting at my kitchen table eating lunch with my son who's sitting directly across from me. He says, "No offense, mom..." and starts pointing to my eye. I thought he was trying to tell me that I had food on my eye, so I start wiping. Again he says, "No offense, mom... but you have ahhh... crow's feet." And, then, without skipping a beat..."You know they have cream for that, right?" Gotta love them! Good thing they're so stinking cute...
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