Not the best way to wake up

There must be something going around that makes us poor moms have pimple problems lately. You would have thought I was a hormonal teenager by the way my face looked when I got up this morning. After examining my face for quite some time, Isabella said, "Mommy, bad." I interpreted it as, Mommy, you look bad. She then proceeded to kiss every single zit on my face, followed by a, "nice Mommy" as she patted me to make me feel better.