We Won't Tell Her

Wil: I was just looking through Chase's baby baby pictures, and, you know, she wasn't as cute as we thought she was.
Me: Well, Honey, she was still red, swollen, and her facial features still needed time to land in the right locations.
Wil, in the most perplexed voice: Look at this one (pointing to a milk-coma picture of Chase)!!! She's not THAT cute!
Me: Would you please keep your voice down? She's looking at you.

I had a long post to write but am now nursing a big goose egg on my forehead as a result of a morning collision with the cabinet door. It's been 2 hours and I'm still seeing stars. Me so sleepy.