I walk into the living room and he sticks his chin out to me, "SEE? Feel it, it's scruffy!" I look and see that his chin has this morning's breakfast yogurt dried on it and sure enough it does feel scruffy. I say, "OH, honey that's just dried yogurt". "Oh", he says, "maybe tomorrow I will need to shave- oh no, actually, I won't get to shave until I am taller than dad....ORRRRR when I turn four".

Hopefully, the former. -- mam