Some time ago, shortly after visiting Rob's Nanny in the nursing home, Melody finished her bath and was looking at her hands. We told her that her hands were wrinkly. She added, "Oh, I'm wrinkly like Nanny!" Since then it's been part of our bath time routine. I ask her, "Who's wrinkly?" And she says, "Me! I'm wrinkly like my Nanny!"
The other day I got her out of the bath and asked her who was wrinkly. She smiles a little too mischievously, and says, "Mommy!"
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