Grace loves kisses. She kisses someone on the cheek to wake them up. She kisses me right on the lips, usually with a bunch of slobber. She likes being kissed too. What she doesn't like are whiskers. At the end of the day she will only kiss Daddy on the forehead - a whisker free zone.
This wasn't always the case. She became very aware of facial hair on a camping trip this summer when Daddy was growing a beard.
As twilight deepened and time for bed approached she would go around and give everyone hugs and kisses - unless they had facial hair. Daddy, Papa Jim, and Grandpa were very intentionally shunned from this ritual.
That's all it took! The next day Daddy shaved, but ever since then Grace has been very aware of whiskers and whisker free zones.