Bud: (looking at my face) You really need to take care of your chin.
Me: Why? What's wrong with my chin?
Bud: It's all hairy.
Me: (with shock) Really?! How hairy is it?!
Bud: (very gravely) I'd better go get my hair-cutting equipment.
Yikes! If I wasn't already struggling with getting older....
The best part of getting my chin hairs "cut" was when Bud offered to color them. I had a choice of brown, black, or gray. (Just for the record, I checked in the mirror and my chin's just a bit fuzzy. Well, except for that one long one I inherited from my mom. Thanks again, Mom!)