This morning as we were getting ready to head out the door for school I knelt down to help Bud zip his coat. I looked up and saw him gazing lovingly at my face. I smiled as he reached out and stroked my cheek gently.
"Mama," he asked sweetly, "What you've got?"
"I don't know, honey," I answered softly. "What have I got?"
Bud met my gaze and answered dreamily, "Wrinkle face."