me: "Hey Kayla, can I have a kiss?"
She turns and gives me the back of head and pushes it onto my face.
me: "I want to kiss your cheek Kayla, not the back of your head!"
Kayla: "But you are pokey!" (referring to my morning stubble)
me: "I'm not pokey, come on, give me your cheek to kiss."
Kayla: "Why are you not pokey? Did you shed? I'll let you kiss me if you shedded."