Fin put her hands on my face and kissed me.
"Mom, what's that thing on your face?"
Me, dismissively, "Nothing, Fin. Probably just a little bump."
"No, Mom. That thing. That pokey thing."
"Ugh, Fin! It's nothing! Just a bump or a little pimple or something."
"NO, MOM! IT'S POKEY AND IT STICKS OUT OF YOUR CHEEK RIGHT HERE!"
"Okay, Finley. It's a little hair. It's no big deal, now please hush."
Fin is incredulous. "You mean a whisker like Daddy has?!"
And that's what's known as getting your ass kicked by a four year old's honesty and microscopic attention to detail.