This afternoon, I gave F a packet of cold Milo as a treat and she was happily slurping it down when she stopped in her tracks, leaned forward and peered at me very, very seriously.
“Mama…there is Milo on your face. Hmm, yes, Milo.” She deadpanned.
I was puzzled because I wasn’t drinking any Milo and she certainly hadn’t spilled any on me. And then I realised what she was referring to.
That damned blotchy patch of pigmentation on my face. Someone hand me the laser, please?