Grace comes up to me while I'm sitting watching TV. She has a plain skin-toned bandaid unwrapped in her hand.
Me: "Do you need me to put that on for you, sweetie?"
Grace: "No Mummy, it's for you."
Me: "Oh! Where should I put it?"
Grace: "It's for your tummy, Mummy."
I lift up my t-shirt and point randomly to a spot on my abdomen.
Me: "Shall I put it here?"
Grace shakes her head, and points to a particularly vivid patch of stretch marks.
Grace: "No Mummy. Here, where the crinkles are."
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