Whiskers

Yesterday, Johnny had been kissing and tickling Elle—so much so, that she got red rashes on her cheeks from his whiskers. When I first saw her cheeks, I asked her what happened. She, of course, had no idea what I was talking about. It then dawned on me that it was from Johnny, and so I said, “Oh, it was Daddy’s whiskers.” Elle then looked at me—with a worried and somewhat terrified expression—and said, “Am I growing whiskers?”