Sophie walked up to me yesterday, furrowed her brow, pointed to her forehead and said, "I want those."
It took me a moment to process. You want worry lines? Then I understood. "You want freckles? These dots on my face and arms?"
"Yes, I want you freckles." She studied the hundreds of spots that cover my arms. "Can I have them?"
I scooped her up and nuzzled her head, "You'll probably have your own someday."
She grinned.
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