The kids are sitting with me now, doing their homework and snacking. I noticed Jane has a pimple on her chin.
I know she hasn’t been washing her face the right way, and I can help her, but sometimes that has us fighting.
I also know that if I let her get a little pimply she’s a little less attractive to the boys. Would it really kill her to have an awkward year?
Then again, girls are unkind.
It’s just a pimple, but at the moment it’s a metaphor for our lives together the next few years.