When you have children, there are some stories you wish you didn’t star in…

I woke up this morning with a small pimple beside my nose.  Stress?  Hormones?  Who knows?  Life goes on.

This afternoon, Miranda was sitting at the computer watching Bill Nye the Science Guy.  I squatted beside her to check on the status of her allergies.  She looked down at me and leaned in to look more closely. “You have a pimple by your nose.”

“Yes, I do.” I tried to be matter-of-fact.

“It’s red all around…with a big white thing in the middle…I don’t like it.”  She stated this with much conviction.

Thanks kid. (Honestly, it isn’t that big.)