Stupid Daddy shaved and showered while I lay there, and then he got into bed with me.
"First," he said, "can you trim my eyebrows?"
I happen to be a serious picker. But even I know there's a time and a place for everything. Nonetheless, I obliged him. Such is my devotion.
"You know what's even better than getting a booger out of your nose?" he asked, just as I was finishing up. "Getting a booger with a nose hair attached."
Turn-on? Not so much. My boner was beginning to wane.
"And also?" he said.
"I have to poop."