I was having an in-depth look at belly buttons over dinner last night. We really dug deep into the ins and outs and the kids all showed off their various buttons, some innies, some outies, one adorned with that red, “easy” button you can buy at Staples.

 
They asked to see mine and I was happy to show them until their faces all said, “Oooh, what happened to your belly button?” Two of them couldn’t finish their broccoli.

 
I laughed and explained, “YOU! You are what happened to my belly button. All three of you are responsible for this…and I wouldn’t change a thing.”

 
Chloe said, “Well I didn’t do THAT. There’s no way.” It was the equivalent of telling me not even a shark attack could have left me looking so mangled.

 
I told her she could make fun of me all she wanted, but “Where do you think you would be without me?”

 
She replied, “Chicago?”