On our quiet drive to church on Sunday, Cooper excitedly exclaimed from the backseat, "I have beards! I have beards! Can boys have beards? Listen, listen everyone!" And he took his Hot Wheels in his hand and used the front fender to scrape across his face like a razor. Sure enough, we all heard a faint scraping noise. "Did you hear that?" Then, his face got very serious, "Can you see it? Can you see my beards?"
He was so excited that none of us had the heart to tell him it was just a little patch of dry skin making the scraping noise, not whiskers. He's still a little perplexed when he looks in the mirror and can't see the "beards" he knows he hears.
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