Seven-year angst

Yes, it's been a busy year...

The other day, I was driving my son home from school only to hear a heavy sigh from the back seat, which prompted the following exchange:

me: "Is something wrong, honey?"
him (with resignation): "I'm going to have to start shaving."
me (careful not to snort water through my nose): "Really, hon? Why is that?"
him (sadly): "Because I DON'T want a mustache in 3rd grade!"
me: "Nobody has a mustache in 3rd grade, honey."
him: "Yes! My friend Abdul does!"

So after we got home and mom had time to recover, we had a long discussion about genetic backgrounds and the variances among humans regarding the predisposition to be piliferous....

him: "You mean, some people think girls with hair on their faces are PRETTY???"
me: "Yes, honey. Some cultures think lots of skin hair is pretty, and some cultures think less skin hair is pretty. So different cultures end up with a tendency to have more or less hair on their bodies."
him: "Well, _I_ think it's GROSS!"

'nuff said...
'-)