My Sunday morning conversation:

Me: [laughing and looking at Jim] You need to pick your nose.
Jim: I do?
Me: Yes. The right side.
Jim: [picks nose]
Me: [laughing again] Now your nose hair is sticking out.
Nolynn: [laughing a LOT]
Jim: [to Nolynn] Shut up, little man; you'll be old and hairy some
day...
Nolynn: [laughs, then pauses]...It'll probably be a Saturday...