“What is this?” he asked, pointing to the corner of my eye.
“What is what?”
“This little line. Is it wrinkles?”
“Well, yes, it is a wrinkle… I guess.”
“My mom has wrinkles. She is old.”
“Your mom is not old.”
“But she does have wrinkles. She says some are from me, and some are from my brother.”
“Well that’s probably true.”
“Why do you have wrinkles if you don’t have kids?”
“I have a wrinkle.” (Feeling a little petty.)
“Well I think you need to hurry and have some kids so you have a good reason for it.”
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