Monday, July 27, 2009
In Your Face (well, actually, On My Face)
Olivia is deeply concerned about the zit on my chin. (I'm concerned, too. I KNOW we were promised in my 8th grade health class that once we were done being teenagers we'd be done with zits. I'm 35...) She pokes at it and says, "Ow." I've explained to her that it's not an "ow," that it's a zit. I don't really like talking about it. I'm even less inclined to discuss the "tit" (Olivia's pronunciation) on my chin! She is also worried about my freckles and tries to pick them off my face until I remind her that they're supposed to be there.
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I have one on my nose. It's horrible. Diego keeps asking me what it is.
Olivia's too cute.
Unfortunately, it's a myth that pimples disappear after adolescence. Bummer for us.
The perpetrators of those lies should pay! I have them on a regular basis.
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