Why, at the ripe age of thirty-eight, am I still dealing with a facial complexion straight out of my teen years? Maybe I need to invest in a new brand of facial cleanser, because this morning’s acne outbreak is ridiculous. Even normally, however, I have to fight to keep this under control. I’m never going to look my age, am I…?

I guess I truly am staying young in some fashion… other than just mentally, that is. (“Right now, I’m five.” “Oh, really.” “YES.”)