Face The Absurdity

(It is late at night, and we are all a bit tired and loopy. Mom, my 13-year-old brother, and I are sitting on her bed when this occurs:)

Mom: *pokes brother’s face* “You’re growing face hairs!”

Brother: “What?!”

Mom: “Face hairs! On your face!”

Brother: “Oh. I thought you said I was growing a face. I was like, ‘It’s been there for twelve years’… Wait… thirteen.”

Mom: “Yeah, it was a little late coming. At first you had no face, and then after a while you grew a face! And we all said, ‘Oooh, he’s cute with a face! Let’s keep this one!’ For the first bit of time we just called you ‘baby no-face,’ but then when you grew a face we named you [Brother].”

Me: “The weird part is how you sound so serious… Like, if I didn’t know this story was totally absurd, I’d totally be believing you right now.”

Mom: “I like how your problem is ‘absurd,’ not, y’know, you were there and remember him having a face.”

Me: “Yeah, well… I miss things.”

Mom: “I think you’d remember if the baby had no face!”