I Got Hair On My Face

I was trying to get everyone out the door for school the other day when Sam calls down the stairs, "Mom! I can't find the shaver."
"What?" I replied. Surely I had heard wrong. (It actually happens a lot with Sam.)
"The sha-ay-ver. I got hair on my face."
I must say, my children leave me speechless more often than I would care to admit. However, since Sam is my third child I have had much practice in quick recoveries. "Sam," I said, "You are supposed to have hair on your face. It's whiskers that you have to take off. Besides, if you used the razor you would cut your face and it would hurt a lot."
"Oh," says my now wiser seven year old, "I'm ready for school then."