Last night, Greg gave me a hug and told me he loves me.
Just jokingly, I asked, “Even with the stretch marks on my belly (from being pregnant)?”
Zoey, who was across the room, looked up from what she was doing and said, “Superhero marks.”
I paused a second, not really believing what I was hearing. She’s two and a half; she has no concept of superheroes.
“Superhero marks?” I asked. “Mommy has superhero marks?”
She nodded and went back to what she was doing.
Our little girl never ceases to amaze me.