It's the beginning of naptime at our house. As I leaned over Nadia (age 3) a few minutes ago, she started rubbing my eyebrow with her finger. We had the following brief conversation:
Nadia: Mommy, your eyes are blue.
Me: Yes, and yours are brown. You got your brown eyes from Daddy, and I got my blue eyes from Grandma and Grandpa Inman. Their's are blue, too.
Nadia: No Mommy, my eyes are not brown. They are like yours.
Me: No, yours are brown.
Nadia: No, they're like yours. Just like yours.
Me: You think so, huh? Okay.
Nadia: Mommy, your eyebrows feel like hair.
Me: That's because they *are* hair.
Nadia: (sighing happily) Ahhhh...they feel warm...and fuzzy.
Me: (laughing) Well, uh, thank you.
Current color palette
3 days ago