Hairy Man

So this is the conversation I had with Jacky a little boy in grade one. He isn't in my camp usually but for Spring Break Camp, all camps are together, and I decided I am going to take him to my camp.
Let me set the scene.

We are sitting watching a movie, Jacky wants to sit on my lap, and he grabs my hand to hold my hand, and at this point I had rolled my my sleeves a little bit.
He grabs my arm

Jacky: You hairy man.
Ryan: That's what happens when you get old.

Then he proceeds to pull the hair on my arms.
I roll my sleeves back down.
He rolls them up continuing to pull my arm hair.

Ryan: Jacky stop pulling my arm hair please. (While I let out a little laugh)
Jacky: Fine. Just shave for tomorrow.