"Mom, can I wax your lip?"
I heard 6 words come from Linda's mouth, but my brain refused to comprehend them. I looked at her dully.
"Can I wax your lip?" she repeated.
"NO!" I said firmly. "I don't need my lip waxed."
"Yes you do," she said and handed me a mirror. I looked. "I don't have hair on my lip," I said confidently.
She handed me my reading glasses. I looked.
I firmly believe that God makes our eyes go bad so we don't notice our flaws as we age. Reading glasses are for reading. Not for discovering that Kevin and I have similar lips.
I decided to consult with Dave, who also happens to be reliant on reading glasses.
"Linda wants to wax my lip," I told him. "Should I let her do it?"
"You have hair on your lip????" He seemed surprised. That made me feel better, since, clearly, he had never noticed my hairy lip.
"Yes," I said, humiliated.
But then he said, as if rubbing it in, "I don't have hair on MY lip."
Now, Dave has a full beard and mustache. You don't need reading glasses to see that he has hair on his lip.
"Yes you do!"
"No, I don't"
And we proceeded to debate the ridiculous issue until it became clear to me that he thought I had hair ON my lip (as opposed to above it).
But the before and after photos certainly are convincing.