This morning as I was putting on my makeup in my bathroom...
Zayd: Mom. I have 30 moles.
Me: Really? Wow.
Me: How do you know?
Zayd: I counted them.
Zayd: And I have one on my butt.
Me: Okay. How did you find that one?
Zayd: I looked.
I stare at him for a moment.
Me: Right. But how did you see your butt?
Maybe I don't want to know.
Zayd: I turned like this.
He turns his head around and leans back a little. Impressive move.
Me: Okay - but what about back here? (I touch his upper back) Did you count those?
Ethan: I DID! (he says excitedly). And I have one in the corner of my eye!
Me: This is great. It's good to know these things. Thank you for telling me.
Zayd: How many do you have?
Me: I don't know. But I'm sure I have many.
Zayd: Should we count them?
Me: Uh... no. We don't have time to count them.
Nor can I think of one good reason to have my children examining my body for moles.
Me: Okay - I need to finish putting on my makeup.
Zayd and Ethan leave. Zayd reappears a few minutes later.
Zayd: I guess I have 31 moles.
Me: Oh you found another?
Zayd: Yes. Right here.
He points to his chest - about where his heart would be.
Me: Uh-huh... (I'm putting on mascara which takes incredible concentration and a steady hand).
Zayd: Do people get moles taken off?
Me: A doctor usually cuts it out.
Zayd: Then I'm not going to do that.
Me: Alright then.
Zayd: But this mole is going to be a problem.
Zayd: Because it looks like I have a third nipple.