Cora, who has been staring at my face says, "Mama, what's that?" and reaches out to poke the side of my face with a sticky finger.
"That's a mole."
"What's a mole?"
"It's a kind of spot you get sometimes when you get older."
"Hooray! I love spots!" She's bouncing up and down in her chair, clapping.
Well, isn't that easy to say when you're still under three and don't even freckle?