Ah, yes, a face only a mother could love:
"Mom, the kids at school were teasing me again today!"
"Aw, my poor baby, what were they saying?"
"They called me 'bug-eye' and told me I have bad breath and that my brain was showing."
"Nonsense, honey, your eyes are beautiful as a burning lotus blossom crumbling to ash. Your breath is as sweet as the stench of fresh mold. And why shouldn't you show off your bulging brain, can't be helped that you're as fiendishly smart as you are."
"God, mom, you just don't get it. I can't wait until I'm old enough for plastic surgery. Then we'll see whose nose looks like a slug."
"Aw, you'll always be my sweet widdle god-awful, creepy, monster thing."