“Mom? Mom…. You’re not answering.”
M2 had been calling out my name all day.
“I don’t feel pretty today Mom.”
“Hmm… it’s just that shirt you put on this morning which you already changed out of so not to worry, you’ll be fine.”
She stared at me.
Looking right back at her, “maybe it’s your hair.”
What!?! Tell me, what’s wrong with my hair?”
“It’s just the way it dried out. Don’t forget to fluff it up while it’s still wet.”
Frankly, I was simply trying to wiggle my way out.
I had a long day and not enough energy to engage in a discussion.
I didn’t have the heart to tell her that the nasty pimple on her forehead was ugly and distracting!
“Mom, I put all the medicines we have and it’s still there.”
“Well, it needs to be popped but don’t go playing doctor on your face lest you end up with a scar!”
“Go to sleep, tomorrow it will be better.”
That damn pimple better have subsided by tomorrow!