“Mommy, I’m going to tell you a story.  Close your eyes so you can see it.  Ready? Once upon a time there was a lion.  He had these lines on his lion forehead.  Like yours, see?”  Piper reaches over to trace my furrowed brow, gently running each finger along a crease I didn’t know I had. “But the lion became a mouse and mice have tiny little foreheads.  So, the lines went away.  See?  Yours are gone now, too.”  She smoothes her hand over my calm face and pats my cheek. “The end.”