The girls and I were looking at family photos last night. A discussion of face shapes and smiles ensued.
Smedley: "Mama, let me see your real smile."
Me: "I can't smile a real smile on cue. You'll have to make me smile. Tell me something funny."
They both thought about it. For a few seconds the room was totally quiet. Then this.
Smedley: "You're a really good mother, Mama."
I stared at her. She tried not to smile, but she couldn't take the pressure. She cracked just a little, and one corner of her mouth tightened.
I laughed and laughed and laughed. "You got me, Smed. I couldn't imagine what would make me smile, but that did it."