While watching CSI last night my loving daughter, Auburn Aries, who was sitting immediately to my right announces:
AA: (with her right index finger pointing right next to my eyeball) You have CROWS FEET!
AP: (mouth falls open, head turns slowly toward Aries) They're laugh lines.
AA: No, they're not...they're crows feet.
AP: I don't know who taught you that shit, but they're LAUGH LINES and I've earned every one from a lifetime of laughter. So knock it off...they're NOT crows feet.
AA: Man, they're deep.
AP: Shut the hell up...
That's it... I'm calling a photographer to have pictures taken of me and Aries together so I can get them on my blog. Crows feet. Who does she think she is...damn kids anyway.
Apparently Mini Me has my honest-to-a-fault quality. I need to let the world see that THEY'RE LAUGH LINES. I'm serious. Old women have crows feet and I'll never be old.