Sadly, instead of getting Grey’s olive skin tone, Ollie inherited my pale flesh that burns to a crisp after more than 30 seconds of sun exposure. Even though I have brown eyes and not red, I truly believe I may have albino blood in me, because any time I look remotely pigmented, I usually have doused myself in bronzer or self tanner. Grey, on the other hand, is regularly mistaken for a person of either Middle Eastern or Hispanic descent, because he has such a nice dark skin tone.
Consequently, for Ollie and I — sunblock in the summer (and actually all year) is a must. I learned my lesson a few years ago when a freckle appeared on my lower lip that worried everyone from my dentist to family doc. Fortunately, multiple derms have told me the large brown spot is just a freckle and I basically just need to resign myself to the fact that I will look like I have chocolate smeared on my mouth for the rest of my life. That’s fine with me; I figure wearing a little lipstick to cover up a mouth that looks like it has Three Musketeers all over it is way better than dealing with anything really serious.
But of course all this has made me totally paranoid about greasing Ollie up with SPF. And, as luck would have it, he absolutely HATES when I apply it. I mean, I’m talking full blown tantrums with tears and screaming as if I’m slathering him up with napalm, not sunblock. It’s gotten to the point where I can’t even put it on him in public; I’m genuinely afraid someone will think I’m beating him and call social services. But hey, what can I do? So I just religiously douse him with my CA Babies and enjoy the sunshine!