Brad: Hey, Mom, what do you think of my face?
Jill: It's the most precious, adorable little face I've ever seen.
Brad: No, I'm actually going for a goatee.
Jill: Where? Oh, no, wait! I see a little something here. No, that's a pimple.
Brad: Oh, come on, Mom. There's gotta be something down here.
Jill: Why are you suddenly growing a beard, anyway?
Brad: Well, 'cause the whole team's doing it. We decided not to shave until our winning streak's over.
Jill: Well, I'm sure you'll win lots of games and your beard will grow in nice and thick.
Brad: Yeah.
Jill: But I don't know why anybody would want to cover up that sweet, adorable little face.
Brad: Come on, Mom.