First Wrinkle

No.  I'm not talking about my first wrinkle.  I got one of those a long time ago.  I'm talking about my ten-year-old daughter's first wrinkle. 

"Mama!"  she cried this morning.  "I have a wrinkle."

"Seriously?" I said.  "You're ten years old.  How could you possibly have a wrinkle?"

She scrunched up her forehead.  "Look!" she said.

"Well, of course you're going to have wrinkles when you scrunch up your forehead," I said, hardly surprised.

Then she stopped scrunching.  "Look again," she said.

The wrinkles were there, barely detectable, but still present.

"Uh oh," I said.  "Better get some Oil of Olay on that!"

She ran up and plastered her face with that stuff.

I guess I better go find her a bottle of Miss Clairol.  Gray hairs will be next!