"Moh!"

So the other night I had my son on the changing table and I was talking to him while I was changing his diaper. We go over all the things on or near the face and have for months. Eyes, ears, nose, mouth, cheek, hair, ear, etc. Lately, he has been into the eyebrow. Maybe he just likes how the word sounds. Then he started pointing at my moles. It took me a minute to realize what he was pointing at. To tell you the truth, unless I'm looking in the mirror, I often forget they're there. Then I said, "That's a mole." Then he immediately pointed at the other moles on my face and said, "Moh!" I died laughing. It was so cute. I just hugged him and laughed. There is this overwhelming feeling of love at times that I cannot put into words or explain. This was one of those times.

Thank God he was not pointing out the dimples on my butt . . . . . . . .