I’m an expressive person. Just ask anyone who has spent any amount of time with me and he or she will tell you I am passionate and at times loud. A part of my expression comes from my forehead. I move it in all kinds of directions… happy or sad… or mad.
So fast forward to a conversation I was having with Jordan.
She had crawled up onto my lap and was feeling my face. She starts rubbing my forehead and declares: “Those are your mad bumps and those are your happy bumps.”
Kid interpretation: I have wrinkles. And they’re starting to get obvious thanks to my nonstop facial expressions.
I think it’s sweet… and I might need to go do some kind of rejuvenation facial mask.