Little Arrows

Paul shaves every day except Saturday in a normal week. Yesterday Stephen had a noontime game on a typical Saturday. Joel, Paul, and I went to watch it.

Sitting in the bleachers, Joel was being very snuggly and Paul was returning the affection. At one point Joel rubbed his face against his daddy's rough whiskers. Immediately he jerked back.

"Ouch! What are those? Little arrows or somethin'?"

Joel then leaned over to me, rubbed his cheek against mine. "You're soft. You don't have any arrows!"