Thomas, watching me plucking my eyebrows: "Mommy why you doing that to your beard?
Me: "Mommy doesn't have a beard. Those are my eyebrows."
Thomas: "Why Mommy has beard?"
Nat, poking my stomach: "Why is your stomach so fat and sticking out?"
Me: "Because I've had four children in four years.'
Nat: It's okay! Don't be self-concious!"