This week Liam was on the couch, on his phone, glaring at it- an uncharacteristic expression for him.
Me: Liam, why are you glaring at your phone? What's wrong?
Liam: I'm not. This is just my face.
Me: No, your face doesn't usually look so angry.
Liam: I have Resting Bitch Face.
Below, the photographic evidence of his mother's recognition of the impossibility of this:
He caught me so off guard with his comment that I couldn't spout out the obvious response: "I do not think those words mean what you think they mean!"
Just laughing, probably much like above. (Isn't she beautiful???)