Laughing a little, Abi shook her head rather vehemently. "Oh my god, you fucking dare shave that thing off," she said softly, in case Charlie had woken up. "I swear to God, you ever shave it off and I am gluing it back on your face..." she wrapped her arms around him from behind and squeezed his butt for good measure.
Placing a wet, smacking kiss on his cheek, she patted his back. "I'll go wake up the little prince, then, see if he's ready for snacktime..." Abi was still laughing about the notion of him shaving. It really was absurd.