While sitting with Papa and helping him eat his breakfast this morning, you discovered that he hadn't shaved in a while (he's growing a beard so he can be Alma The Younger in the Book of Mormon Pageant). You were fascinated by it.
"Oooh, that is scratchy and scruffy. I don't think I like the feel of that."
"I possibly cannot tolerate sitting on your lap any longer until you shave that disgusting beard!"
"I'm sorry, Papa! I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I still love you even with your scratchy scruff."
"OK, now that I've apologized can you come and make me a smoothie, Papa?"
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