Taking C to the doctor this afternoon...
C: "When is Uncle Rudy's birthday?"
Me: "In seven days...what would you like to give him as a gift?"
C: "A country club shirt and a razor."
Me: "A razor?"
C: "Yes, a razor! He needs to shave!"
Me: "Where does he need to shave?"
C: "I don't know, but he needs to shave. He's got hair everywhere."
And there you go- who would have thought of a Gillette as a birthday gift?