He says....

Mom, I  think my hair  is getting  thick above my lip--it bothers me like something  is there.

Me: ( inspecting his upper lip.) Hate to break  it to you kid--there's  nothin' there.

Yes there is- I  can feel it. 

Me: let me get my camera and show you.

Me: see- nothin' there but peach fuzz. You ain't  that old yet.

(for real?? Heaven help. No one warned me that right after I  had that first little baby we'd  be discussing puberty!)