Well that was a bad idea.

I was dressing a very tired Claire for the night after she'd had a long bath with Jake. She caught sight of her wrinkled fingers, then held them up for close examination. She was very, very concerned. I tried to explain that it was just the bath, that her fingers would be normal soon. Her little forehead furrowed. She said in a voice with an edge of hysteria, "I don't like that." After a long pause and further examination, she said it again in an even edgier voice. "I don't like that!"

Thinking quickly, I called, "Hey Jacob! Come in here for a sec! Show Claire that your fingers are wrinkly too." Just as I was mentally patting myself on the back, I noticed that Jake was closely examining his hands. His forehead was furrowed in the exact same manner as Claire's. Then in the same quasi-panicked voice, he declared, "I don't like that."