My Third Eye

So about a week ago, I developed a nasty whitehead on my forehead - quite possibly the worst place to get a zit when you're a teacher. I mean, one night I went to sleep, and the next day I'm sporting an eruption that rivals Mt. Kilimanjaro. I'm not one of those who pops anything that gets on my face because I'm a huge believer in scarring. My zit managed to erupt at some point during the week, thereby changing its color for pearly white to wine red, making me wonder whether or not it was actually a volcano instead of a mountain.

Today, Captain Obvious, a rather blunt 11 year-old, decided to make me realize why I should have taken care of my forehead friend a lot sooner.

"Hey!" Captain Obvious exclaimed. "You and me are the same! We both have zits on our foreheads!"

Any other teacher might have crumbled and run to the bathroom to put on some cover-up, but I wasn't concerned.

"You're totally right, Captain Obvious. But you see, it isn't a zit. It's my third eye. His name is William."

And that was that. Problem solved. I have a third eye named William, and Captain Obvious just has a "zit." Eat that, Captain Obvious. I'm more special than you'll ever be.