Eleanor: Mom, why are you angry?
Me: What? I’m not angry, Ele.
Eleanor: But mom… Your face.
Me: What about my face?
Eleanor: You look angry.
Me: This is just how my face looks, honey. I’m definitely not angry.
As I was saying it, I realized that I’ve said “this is just how my face looks” kind of a lot in my life. RBF, FTW.