He leaned down and looked at me thoughtfully and I was thinking how much I enjoy our little moments of sweetness when he said something to me that I will never forget:
You need a razor for your face.
What? I do not!!!
Yes, you do! You have little hairs right here (points to my upper lip).
Well I don't need a razor.
Yes you do! You look like The Cat in the Hat! (literally falls on the floor laughing).
You better watch it, mister!
What? Why? (still laughing).
I haven't finished Christmas shopping for you, yet, but I could be!
He walked away then, but had a hard time controlling his snort-laced giggling.
...I am off to buy a razor. Or some moustache wax...