DD is fascinated by dimples. It started when she noticed that one of her best friends at school – a boy, funnily enough – has them. Then she noticed that both of his parents have them. And she noticed that her brother has them at the top of his peachy bum.
“Why don’t I have dimples?” she wanted to know. “Why don’t you? They’re so nice.”
I didn’t like to point out that I have plenty. They’re just on my thighs.
Anyway, the other night, she surprised me.
“Mummy! You do have dimples!” she squealed. Oh no, I thought, here comes the cellulite conversation. But I was wrong.
“They’re by the side of your mouth and your eyes!”
“Really?” I asked, surprised.
“Yes,” she said. “You have ‘straight-line’ dimples. Here, and here.”
“Oh,” I said, slowly. Other people call them wrinkles.