Sam: What's that?
Me: What, my cheek?
Sam: No. That.
Me: This?
Sam: Yes.
Me: It's a pimple dude. Thanks for asking.
Sam: What's a pimple.
Me: It's... well, it's this.
Continue brushing teeth.
Sam: What's that?
Me: (Sigh) It's a freckle.
Sam: What do you do with it?
Me: Nothing. You just look at it.
Continue brushing teeth.
Sam: Mommy.
Me: Yes?
Sam: What's that?
Me: Oh for God's sake. It's a mole.
Sam: Ew.
Apparently, I've turned into the Marlboro Mom and have leathery aged skin.
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