A conversation between an utterly honest three-year old ( who can't say her 'f's without following them by a 'w') and her poor father, who has been reduced to a high school freshman all over again.
Little One: What's that?
Dada: What's what?
Little One: That - on your fwace!
Dada: What?
Little One: That red thing on your face?
Dada: Oh, that's a zit. A pimple.
Little One: Why do you have it?
Dada: I don't know.
Little One: But where did you get it?
Dada: It just happened.
Little One: Why it just happened?
Dada: Sometimes if your pores aren't clean or....you know, it just happens.
-Silent pause-
Little One: Can you make it go away?
Dada: It will go away.
Little One: Now?
Dada: After a couple days, if I keep washing my face it will go away.
Little One: Oh. Can you wash your face now?
Dada: Soon, baby, soon.
Little One: How about now?
Dada: Wow. I can't believe I'm being mocked by a three-year old.
-Silent Pause-
Little One: Mamaaaaaa!!!! Dada has a pimple!!!! On his FWACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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