Do Your Kids Have These Toys?

I've mentioned Quincy's facination with moles before. No, I'm not talking about the little animals in the ground, I'm talking about the kind on people. I have one on my wrist, and one on my chin. Here's a picture of the one on my chin, it's on my right side. I show the picture to demonstrate that's it's not some giant gross thing. My mom has one on her face too. Quincy loves to rub our moles. Usually, it seems like she's doing it kind of unconciously. I'll be laying by her, and think she's asleep, and she'll reach up with her eyes closed and her little hands will go straight to the mole and start rubbing. As I've said before, it is both endearing and annoying. Well, here's a conversation that I think I'll chuckle about for a long time. It happened the other day when I was drying Quincy off after her bath (it's written in Quincy vernacular, for the full effect):

"Mom, I love your moes"

"You do? Why?"

"Dey are like toys foe me."

"Really?"

"Yea, I can rub dem whenever I want."

There you have it, I have toys for my kids growing on my face.