C., age 6, sitting on my lap and stabbing my chest with a forefinger each time she speaks a word: "Dad, you need to shave!"
Me: "Okay."
C:: "You have the weirdest whiskers in the world!"
Me: "What makes them the weirdest?"
C:, running her hands across my cheeks: "Because they're sharp. They're pokey."
Well, I can certainly see why that would be weird. After all, every other man's facial whiskers are soft as silk.
What a little nut!
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