Yesterday as I was painting Emerson's toenails she suddenly reached to the bottom of my leg and said, "Mimi, you need to get that skin off." I said, "I don't see any skin" but immediately saw what I thought she was talking about. I pointed to a "small spider vein" and asked her if that was what she was talking about. She said, "Yes". I told her that some people get those when they get old. She said, "Mimi, I don't want to get old and get those." My silent thought was, NEITHER DO I EMERSON, NEITHER DO I!!!
March on to Great Flash Fiction….
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