fuzzy

Tonight Daddy came in to kiss Rachel goodnight as I was putting her to bed. He had taken off his sweaty shirt from the gym because he was going to go take a shower. Rachel saw his bare chest, which she doesn't see very often, and said, "Can I itch you, Daddy? You're fuzzy!" She touched the hair on his chest and laughed, declaring, "That tickles, Daddy. You're tickly."