ninanevermore

Today I was thinking about my facial features, and how I never liked them until I saw them on my son's face. I can't explain it: they just look better on him than they do on me.

"He nose is so cute!" I told my husband this weekend, after I kissed the aforementioned cute nose. When you become parents, your conversations become cute in themselves.

"Oh course it's cute. It's your nose," Jeff said. My son, meanwhile, reached up to grab the tip of my nose, which he had learned makes me say, "Beeeep!"

I scowled at my son's round button of a nose. "It looks better on him. I don't like it on me. It's too round. Beeeeep!"

My son reached up and grabbed the tip of his father's nose, which makes Jeff say, "Honnnnnk!"

"I've always thought your nose was adorable," Jeff said. "Honnnnnk!"

Our son laughed like a maniac. Grab the Nose is his favorite game right now.

"Beeeeep! Maybe my nose just goes better on a masculine face. Or at least a baby face. Beeeeep! Beep!"

"You have a baby face. It goes with your face just fine. It's cute. I love it. Honnnnnk!"

I decided to distract our son by grabbing the tip of his nose to involve it in the game. The sound his nose makes is "Meep!" I provide the sound effect for him. He touched his nose in astonishment and squeezed it to make it say "Meep!" again.

Of course his nose sounds more like my nose than his father's nose. After all, it looks like my nose, only smaller. And cuter. Much, much cuter.