When Your Kid Gets His First Pimple
My baby got his first pimple today.
Yes, I know he's 12-years-old. Yes, he's still my baby. Yes, I unwittingly made Mr. O a target of 9-year-old Mr. T's teasing by giving him a hug while saying, "Aww, mommy's baby got his first pimple..."
Sure enough, a few hours later, O and T were outside playing basketball and in the midst of some mutual trash talking when I overheard T hiss, "Aww, mommy's baby got his first pimpllllllle."
I told T that he should be empathetic, think about how one day he, too, will have a juicy pimple between his eyebrows...even though, as far as pimples go, it's not that big, it's large enough that tonight O asked if I had anything that could make it go away instantly. To which I replied, "If I did, we'd be...
Yeah, we would be paid. I would market Los Angelista's Magical Pimple Disapperation Formula all over the world. Mr. O could be the president. "I'm not just the president, I'm a user..." Alas, I had no time to contemplate how the cash would be rolling in because O decided to pose the ultimate question of the teenage years: "Should I pop it?"
"It might scar your skin," I told him.
"That's OK, scars add character," he replied.
"No. I don't think it's a good idea. You'll put more bacteria on your face by trying to pop it."
"Why can't I pop my own pimple?" he whined. "It's myyyy pimple, you know."
Really kid? We're gonna argue over whether or not you can pop a damn pimple? So I was like...
I know every teen pops their pimples but I'm not ready for all that yet.
"Popping it will hurt...a LOT," I replied. Cos there's nothing like the fear of pain to scare a child.
He claims he's not going to school in the morning if the pimple is still there. We'll see about that.
And this my be gross but I enjoyed juicing my pimples. Luckily, I have no scars and perfect skin now.