That whisker

So I'm going through my yearly farce of trying to grow a beard. It's going pretty well. I set the bar above poor and below mediocre and have successfully achieved mediocre. So keep this in mind as I tell this story.

So Amanda and I were cleaning up the house yesterday before her parents showed up. We were in a jolly old mood teasing each other, so I asked her to light some candles.

"Hey, go light some candles."

"You go light some candles."

"It's your stinky kid that we're covering up."

"Nuuh-uh."

"Here, chop chop." As I had her the aim in flame.

Then she points it at me and says, "I'll light THAT whisker on fire."

It was pretty funny.