Zane is 8. And is obsessed with his peach fuzz.
Zane: I have one chest hair. Look
Me: Wow. That's great son.
Zane: I can see 4 dark spots when I look in the mirror on my lip right here (points to upper lip)
Me: Wow! So you're getting a mustache, huh?
Zane: (smiling big and proud, sticking out chest)
Me: That's something all right.
Zane: I have maybe a spot on my armpit too.
Me: You're just getting hair everywhere. That's great. (because he's obviously proud)
Zane: I have one more kind of hair.
Me: Stop. If it's anywhere near your privates I don't want to know.
Zane: Well, it is, but I wasn't going to tell you that.
Me: Stop talking. I don't need to know about that hair.
Zane: But I wasn't going to...
Me: Stop. Talk to your dad about that.
Zane: Well I have 4 kinds of hair now. (Walks away proud and laughing)