The younger lad is not one to wolf down his dinner -- or lunch, for that matter. He's usually not in a rush. As I sat helping him finish up the pancakes he was dipping in applesauce, I tried to get in touch with my silly side and started making funny faces at him -- not in a poking fun kind of way, but more one to get him grinning in spite of his sniffles. I love that grin.
I furrowed my brows at him, then opened my eyes wide. Then I pursed my lips and puffed up my cheeks. "Not like that, Mama," he said indignantly. "Don't look like that!"
"How do you want me to look?" I asked him, returning my expression to baseline.
"Like that."
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