WARNING: This post might gross some readers out.
"Mummy, I've got something that you can pop on my back," says Rissa as she comes down the stairs.
I leap up from my chair. "You do!?!" This is groundbreaking. Rissa rarely lets me anywhere close to Zit Country. I can usually see it only from the highway, passing at 117 km/h.
"Yes. BUT. I have to ice it first to dull the pain." She heads to the freezer.
"Well, yes, of course, you ice it..." I try to act all nonchalant... I keep my hands demurely clasped in front of me. I don't say, "Let me see, let me see, let me see!"
She presents her back, and pulls her cardigan to the side.
"Wow," I say. Impressive. It is an impressive zit.
"Wait. JUST. WAIT," says she. She holds the ice cube to it - wincing. "Okay, do your worst." She turns her head to the side.
David comes around the corner. "What's going on?"
"Rissa's letting me pop a zit!!!!"
"I can't reach it," says Rissa.
"Godspeed," says David.
"With great power comes great responsibility, With great power comes great responsibility," I chant silently to myself. If this goes well... Dare I hope?
I squeeze the zit - a spectacular amount of guck comes out. I do my best to internalize my 96% similarity to apes and do not whoop out loud. "Ice it again."
"Again. I want to make sure that I got it all."
She looks at me in horror.
I shrug apologetically. "I know what I'm doing here. Years. Years of perfecting this."
She raises the ice cube again.
I finish the job with finesse. "Here. Here is a Kleenex. Apply pressure."
"Yeah. Just so you don't get blood on your sweater."
"Blood on my..."
"Just do it."
"It still hurts."
"Medicine, in my side of the vanity. Apply now and when you get back from school. My job here is done."
I will wait until she's left for school before doing my Snoopy Dance. Gross? Most definitely. Satisfying? Words cannot express.