Kiersten and I was riding in the truck. She just kept on staring at me. Staring at me with this smile on her face. You know the one, I am trying my best not to let you see me smile. Well it was that kind of smile. Feeling a "little" uncomfortable asking her "what is it" (she is WAY to honest for a 6 year old) She doesn't hesitate "mom, girls aren't suppose to have hair on their face you need to shave your mustache" Right out of the mouth of a 6 year old. Of course I went to Wal-mart and bought that shit you put on your face to get rid of unwanted hair. I could not believe it. What the heck. I am looking in the mirror at every view possible trying to see the "hair". Talk about being a little paranoid. Have a conversation with my young one....... So I am as bare, smooth what ever as a babies butt now.. Nope no more "hair"......