Jack and I are sitting on the sofa watching a Christmas movie. I’m in old sweats, no make-up, hair kind of matted from a mid-afternoon nap.
Jack: “You and Dad are both forty-something, right?”
Me: “Yeah . . .”
Jack: “Well, you both look like you’re thirty-something.”
Me: “I’ve already finished Christmas shopping.”
Jack: “There are still shopping days left. Your hair looks really good, by the way.”

Oh, he's good. He's good.
Hah! I'd say that atleast calls for an extra stocking stuffer or two 😉
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. I remember when you were 11.