The other night my daughter and I were standing together under a bright overhead light. She looked at me in horror.
"Mom, you have a VERY long chin hair."
"Oh, you're kidding - where?" as I was feeling desperately on my chin, trying to pull something out.
"Forget it, you won't get it."
There are not many people in the world who can tell you that you have a chin hair - so I consider myself lucky to have a daughter who can help me look my best at all times.
Just think about the freedom this gives me - I don't have to worry about going out in public looking frumpy, my hair looking like a helmet or having bad breath - or having a chin hair.
As has been my wish for many years, I hope I live long enough for my daughter to have a daughter just like mine. And hey - in the words of Janette Barber, "I refuse to think of them as chin hair. I think of them as stray eyebrows."
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