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!