...By a five year old, just doesn't happen. For proof, here are some quotes from the past week:
'Your stomach looks like you have a baby in it!' (It doesn't)
'Your new fringe looks nice mum! And now you can't see all those crinkles on your forehead.' (I had often thought I would never botox because I couldn't bear to lose my Angry Eyes - an important weapon in the arsenal would gone. I have been reconsidering that decision in light of recent happenings.)
And (my personal favourite - bear with me, this one takes some setting up)
Eva: 'We had a another teacher at school today and she was young.'
Me: 'Was she nice?'
Eva: 'Oh yes, she played with us. But she had big big, nostrils. Even bigger and rounder than yours.' (I have no hope, since ears and noses - cruelly - never stop growing.)
Sigh...As if getting older isn't already a drag, I now have constant reminders from a source other than the mirror.
Your favourite big-nostriled, pregnant looking blogger with the newly hidden wrinkled forehead