True Story
I have a mole (or two) on my face and noticed one may or may not have had a little hair growing from it. (DO NOT GAG!) Sam was watching TV with me when I discovered, or not discovered, this little intruder, so I turned to him and asked, “When I get old, will you pluck the hair out of my moles? Especially the ones on my face.”
Well, imagine that my real question was, “Sam, would you be willing to jump into a bowl of green, squishy peas and swim.” (Remember, at one point, Sam would not eat, look or come near any food that was green or squishy.) He looked at me with horror in his eyes and stated, “OH LORD, MOM!! I think I can call Angie’s List and hire someone to do that for you. I am sure they’re people for that under hair removal! Gross.”
It’s just a good thing that I have a sense of humor and started to laugh until I was in tears! He didn’t crack a smile! Then I quieted down and started to think, hmmm…what am I going to do when I get old and have facial hair the length of an arm shooting out of a mole and no one to pluck it?