Middle Sister is playing a game with Little Brother, and he’s in her face every second. So she’s got plenty of opportunity to inspect his facial features.

She just observed, “Mom, Little Brother is growing a UNIBROW!”

I guess I didn’t react with sufficient horror and disgust, and offer to take my 4-year-old son to a salon for a brow shaping, because she just shook her head and started muttering something about “creepy” and “evil genius.” Obviously a Unibrow will guarantee that Little Brother’s only fate will be to become a Cartoon Villain.

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