No gray yet but apparently plenty of wrinkles

So, as I put my sweet boy to bed, after the ridiculously adorable songs he sings to me in his angelic voice, after we do our ritualistic dream machine routine, after the 10-minute-much-too-short exchange of I love yous and I love you mores, he announces: "You know Mama, Colleen (gym teacher) just had her baby. He's really cute, and his name is Henry. And you know what, he has all these wrinkles on his forehead. Just like you, Mommy." Nothing like a truthful five-year-old to put you in your rightful place. Guess I should have listened to my mother after all and used the 15 instead of the 'but I'm only 20 and I'll look like this forever' zero oil.