The Unibrow

Grace has just learned what a unibrow is. 

“Mom, I think I have a unibrow.”

“Um, you do?”

“Yah, just look.” She starts rubbing the skin between her brows.

“Grace, I don’t think you have a uinbrow.”

“Yes I do,” she insists.

“Do you want one?”

She looks at me with a half smile.  “I don’t know.”

“Well, if you want one now, you won’t when you are a teenager.”

“Why?”

And of course now I start laughing.

“Just you wait.  When you’re a teen I’m SURE you won’t want one.”

“But why?”

“Trust me, you just won’t.”