I was driving Iszak to football practice yesterday when he informed me that I’d have to walk into the school with him to talk to his coach. I had no make-up on, my hair was in a sloppy ponytail and I was wearing a ratty tank top. Needless to say, I was feeling less than pretty.
Looking in my visor mirror, I put on some lip gloss and said, “Thanks for telling me now, Ike. If I’d known that I had to walk into the building I would have at least put on some make-up. My face looks so fat and I look so swollen and pregnant.”
After a minute, he smiled and said, “Mom, make-up won’t make you look any less fat and pregnant.”