Son: Mom, do you notice anything different about me?
Me: Yes, I took you to get your hair cut and you look nice.
Son: No, that's not it.
Me: Oh, you brushed your hair. I like it.
Son: No, Mom, gosh. I shaved.
Me: What? Why did you shave? I didn't know you had whiskers.
Son: Yes, I've shaved 3 times now. You can tell when I haven't shaved in a while.
Me: Oh, I haven't noticed. Let me feel your face.
Son: Get your hands off my face! That's weird. Don't touch me!
Me: (trying not to laugh) Well, you look handsome. Do you want me to buy you some razors and shaving cream?
Son: Yeah, maybe. I lost mine so I've been using Dad's.
Since he wouldn't let me take his picture, I had to take this when he wasn't looking.
