wrinkles

I was sitting at the table as the boys ate their dinner tonight and Nate got a puzzled look on his face. He got out of his chair and came to me quite seriously.
"Mommy, what are dose?" and he points and touches right on my forehead and my wrinkles.
"'Well, Nate, those are wrinkles. You get them when you get old."
"I don't want to have dose!"

Well, none of us do. Thanks, Nate.