When you live in Los Angeles you spend a lot of time and money to keep the blistering desert sun from damaging your skin. I have more money invested in hats than I do in the stock market, and there are tubes of sunscreen in every room of our house. As you may have noticed, the Muffin Man doesn't exactly have an olive complexion. He has the classic Ashkenazic coloring of pale skin and reddish hair. While this happens to be a desirable look should I decide to get him into commercials, it's not the most practical of skin types when one lives in the desert climate of Los Angeles. Now that hot weather is upon us, Noah and I have been spending more time outdoors, so I've been slathering the kid with sunscreen to keep him from becoming a human lobster. Until Monday I was proud of myself for being a good Mother and not, as is my usual fashion, leaving my child unprotected against the elements. However, when we saw our Pediatrician he made a point to mention that you shouldn't put sunscreen on kids who are less than six months old. So essentially I've been poisoning my child on an almost daily basis for the last couple of months, all in the name of being a good Mother. I guess it's a good thing we have central air, since it looks like we'll be rolling Howard Hughes style and won't be leaving the house for the next two months.
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