Don’t Leave Me Lookin’ That Way

When my daughter was 3 years old, she had a lot of play dates and I remember one in particular. Just the pick-up actually.

Her mom came to the door and she thanked me profusely for hosting the little girly gigglefest that day.

But, she was looking at me so oddly the entire time we were talking. Skeezin’ me out, I gotta tell ya.

When she left, I decided to look in the mirror just to see if there was anything that was possibly worth staring at.

Well, yes. Yes, there was.

A speckle of spinach nested comfortably in the toothy forefront of my visage.

Would you tell me? Tell me you’d tell me.