This evening when I got home from work and kissed the kids, I noticed distinct, darkening mustache fuzz on the (blond) not-quite-twelve year old.
If you need me, I'll be numbing the pain with tequila.
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That *is* painful. I hate when vestiges of adulthood poke through.
*giggle* my SEVEN YEAR OLD has back hair. And peach fuzz on his face. But, if you met my husband, you'd understand why my 7yo is so hairy...
Dang, they grow up too fast.
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