And then her cheek fell off her face


We were in Fox Lake recently visiting my in-laws. It was 6pm, Alice’s bedtime, and I was snapping some pictures of my husband and her as they read “Goodnight, Moon.”

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Goodnight light and the red balloon . . .

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. . . goodnight kittens, goodnight mittens . . .


And suddenly, this amazing thing happened.

As she twisted towards me and fell to the side, Alice’s cheek smooshed itself into an area¬†beyond her actual cheek zone, continuing downwards and uniting with her chin in a singular, glorious occurrence the likes of which I count myself blessed to have witnessed.



It was the biggest, most delicious piece of chincheek I’d ever seen. Like a cream puff, but better.

Like an inflatable inner tube, but better.

Like a marshmallow oozing out of a freshly toasted S’more.

I’ll zoom in for you.


If this baby weren’t mine, I’m afraid I’d have to kidnap her.

I mean, seriously, what if she had been born to some other lady?

I’d be on the run somewhere in the Caribbean, I guess, and I’d have to change my name to Millicent.

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