Eyebrows

It has been a day for eyebrows.

Coming home from daycare this afternoon:
D- quite taken by the elderly gentleman sitting across the aisle from us. 'What a loud cough,' he commented after the man had coughed. He stared some more. 'Mummy, he has funny eyebrows,' he concluded after closely examining his face. I hustled him off the bus fairly quickly after that. It sure is great living in a neighbourhood where most of my fellow bus passengers don't have English as their first language.

In bed, reading stories:
'His eyebrows are like moons,' D- remarked, as we looked at a Thomas the Train book together.
'Your eyebrows are like moons, too,' I said.
D- then turned and looked at me closely. 'Your eyebrow are like birds,' he told me.

Call me Birdie Eyebrow.

Oh, and for the die-hard Thomas fans, I know Thomas' eyebrows are like little triangles. We were looking at a picture of Percy.