This morning, Ethan called me at work to excitedly tell me that he has whiskers. He exclaimed “Daddy! Daddy! Know what! I’ve got whiskers! Two! On each side! They’re small but I can see them! “ I replied “Wow! That’s cool! You’re getting to be such a big boy! Do you need to start shaving?” He nonchalantly replied, “Yeah. I’m growing up.” He’s only 3.
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