Presley's Lips

Yesterday, as I was getting Presley wrapped up in her robe after bath-time when she stopped, looked me straight in the eyes while pointing to her lips and said "Mom, look at my lips.  Are these apocalypse?"

At that point all of the pain and frustration from being sick melted and I felt really happy to have a little girl with such beautiful lips, no matter which kind.

Then I told her that she had Presley-lips.  (No sense in talking about the end of the world theories with her, right?)

I can't help but wonder if she's semi-looking for someone named Apoca.

I could just direct her to Alpacas.  They have nice lips.

I'm off to see the neuphrologist.  (Unrelated to the previous mentionings.)

Love,