After getting out of the shower this morning, Mattea was using my "wrinkle creme" as a lotion for her hands.
Mattea: My hands are dry mama, I need lotion.
Me: That lotion isn't for your hands honey, it is for your wrinkles.
Mattea: Oh, I have wrinkles.
Me: No honey, you don't have wrinkles yet.
Mattea: Oh! When I grow up, I can have wrinkles too???
I didn't have the heart to tell her that unless she discovers botox, the situation is inevitable.