Kate told me last night, "When I'm older, I'm gonna get a new face." I asked her, "But why? Yours is so pretty!" She pondered that, and answered, "Well, I'll keep my same mouth and eyes, but I need a new nose." "I like yours- it's perfect," I assured her. "No, I don't like this one" as she touched her nose. "This one keeps getting buggers in it."
