There's No Fungus Among Us...So, What It is

My children have the most beautiful olive complexions. We use sunscreen, and even still they both get just beautiful tans during the summer months. That’s why within the past month I noticed white splotches on Pearcey-Poo’s face. He is always outside. The heat doesn’t seem to affect him like it does me. I could be proned to swooning if I stay out too long. I don’t know how Scarlett O’Hara ever wore all that garb on days like today. But when Pearce comes inside his cheeks are pink and his splotches are very white…almost like he’s trying to look like his parents.


You know, I wish I was dark enough for someone to notice I had white splotches, but instead, I’m one big white splotch with a lot of little dark spots. Kinda like is a zebra white with black stripes or black with white stripes, or are dalmations white with black spots or black with white spots? I guess that’s neither here nor there (whatever that cliché means).

At any rate, Pearce doesn’t have a fungus, but if either of my children were going to have one, he would be the one to get it. Instead, like his sister, the white splotches are akin to ezcyma. It doesn’t bother him. He doesn’t itch. I mainly took him, so I would have peace of mind, and now I do.

Now on to prepare my psyche to go swimsuit shopping tomorrow. A friend of mine has offered to come because she is convinced I will be laughing with her instead of crying. I think most likely she’ll be laughing, and I will be sighing and rolling my eyes. I’d say photos to come, but I wouldn’t want anyone to lose their appetites or go blind or need therapy.