This morning Amy hopped in my bath to make sure I am never, ever alone. She found a mole on my body and spent the next 15 minutes pointing it out and saying “ewww, gross”. I feel oh so pretty now. I know it’s an unpopular mole because Doug had asked my midwife to remove it while I was in the hospital having Amy. At that point in time I really didn’t feel like having anything extra done to my body so it’s still here, grossing out the toddler.