Maybe Botox Isn't So Bad

Sean was examining his bare feet yesterday.

"Why do I have all these lines on my foot?"

Yet another in an endless series of questions to which I might reasonably answer "Umm... Because?"

We moved on to discussing the lines on his palms. Then he looked at my face.

"What are all those lines on YOUR face?"

Thanks, kid. As if tomorrow's birthday weren't already making me feel old and decrepit.

On the bright side, my dear husband gave me the best present on Friday: tickets to see this moderately amusing gentleman. It was, I must say, among the funniest hour and fifteen minutes I've spent in the past lifetime or so.