“Zoom race?” Maybelline asked.
Her Mom had just finished explaining how she’d spent the week training for an upcoming Zoom marathon which she likened to the Strongman competition yet claimed was more grueling. She finally ended the complaining by calling it a Zoom race.
Mom was sure her brain cells were seeping from her eyes to the computer keyboard before being randomly assigned to instructors of children who did and didn’t belong to her. It wasn’t until an 11th grade teacher contacted her about the e-mail she sent regarding her fifth grade child that she realized how many brain cells she’d lost. It was also the moment she realized she couldn’t possibly attend twenty-five back to school zoom sessions, no matter how much she’d trained for the challenge.
Mom was just a Cover Girl after all.
Makeup learning is best taught when showing your face.