Morphing Mom
Isaiah: I like your eyes when they're kind of brown, Mom.
Me: Isaiah, they're not brown...they're a hazel which is bit green and brown together. They only get brighter green if I'm crying.
Isaiah: Really?! I wish I had that super power!
Huh? I wasn't aware I had super power outside of plunging a clogged toilet!
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