As a mom to two teens and a tween, oh, how I feel their pain when unsightly blemishes pop up.  When it's worse than a pimple or two, I'd be willing to take 'em on the chin (and cheeks and nose and forehead and…) if it meant my kids wouldn't have to face the world as a polka dotted, three-eyed cyclops AND-I-KNOW-THAT-DOESN'T-MAKE-SENSE-BUT-WORK-WITH-ME-HERE!

Without further ado, meet stinkin' adorable Charlie; who proves that a charming personality and quirky-mad music skills cover a multitude of zits.

HT:   Schmutzie