Hi, my name is Mommy, I’m thirty years old and I still get zits.

This morning as usual, my nine year old son woke me up so that I could get his brothers up and supervise  the eating of Breakfast and the making of Lunches. (I don’t wake up to an alarm, and he does, so STFU.)

AHNYway. This morning my brat woke me up and then started laughing at me cus I had grown a zit roughly the size od a Volkswagen Beetle on the bridge of my nose. (Wait. Where is the bridge of my nose? it was right snack between my eyebrows a the top of my nose. Is that the bridge?)

AHNYways, (Again) Parker thought my zit was hilarious and he spent all morning, during breakfast, while they got dressed for school, while the lunches were being made, making fun of my zit. He and the boys decided my zit was soooooo huge that it was a city all to itself, like on Horton hears a Who, and it was called Zitopia.

BUT THE JOKES ON HIM!

Even though he diligently uses an acne treatment every night after he washes his face, he came home from school with a nice sized, gooey, ewwey, white zit on his cheek!

Thank You Karma!