My precious, beautiful baby has a wicked case of acne on his forehead. My pediatrician assures me this is normal and temporary and that it will definitely clear up soon, but right now he looks awful. I’m almost afraid to take him out in public in case people think he’s sick or diseased. Strangers don’t really need another reason to offer unsolicited advice – just having a baby seems to be plenty.

I’m afraid that between E’s rosacea and my own terrible teenage pimples – plus our pale Northern European genes – poor little Evan is doomed in the skin department. I was just hoping he’d at least make it to puberty before it got this bad.

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