A family legacy

I got my first zit in fifth grade. Lucky early bloomer I guess. I know it was fifth grade because I distinctly remember an angry, husky bully named Chris making fun of me. (I choose not to include his last name to protect the innocent, namely, myself. I was afraid of that kid until....well, I'm still afraid of that kid.) I also remember that the chubby, weird girl in class made fun of me too. That offended me a bit, because who the heck was she to mock me? She was the chubby weird girl! My skin continues to be pretty awful. I really hate being an adult with unfortunate skin. There doesn't seem to be anything I can do about it though, it has outlasted every treatment I've tried. The only time I have nice skin is when I'm pregnant, but even that is not enough motivation to be pregnant more often. I tell you this because Sam seems to take after his mom. He's recently developed a nasty case of baby acne. He's pretty well covered in it. We've taken to calling him Baby Zits and Pizza Face. I never get any credit for the appearance of my sons. Everyone says they are Lee's boys. So Lee can take credit for Sam's looks, and I can take credit for his zits. Lucky for Sam, husky bully Chris is surely incarcerated in some maximum security facility and thus unable to make fun of his face.