Friday, April 16, 2010

Sudden hankering for tuna...

When you are fortay and have a strong german heritage, tiny little hairs randomly appear on your chin. These must be dealt with immediately and without mercy, as soon as the tweezers can take hold of their pointy little protrusions.

This morning, Rachel, age 4.5, walks in as I attempt to remove one of these.

-Mom, what are you doing?

-I am plucking a whisker.

I yank the little sucker out and tap her finger with it, so she can feel it. She then turns and runs to the kitchen, in a panic.

-Mom is turning into a cat!

meow

6 comments:

Kristina P. said...

I guess I've been a cat for a long time!

MrsMama said...

cute :)
(your daughter, not unwanted body hair) ;)

Mrs. Lovely said...

LOL, haha, that's funny. Sorry about the chin hair but you could be turning into worse things than a cat!

Lee-Ann said...

LOL That is funny!

Kmama said...

Okay, now that is soooo funny!! Love the pic of her too!!

M-Cat said...

I am dreading the moment I find stray whiskers. I know it's only a matter of time