Dad is getting his done in October, apparently. I asked him if this gave me rights to laugh at him for all eternity, and he said yes - though, if you know my dad, you also know that his nose as is is equally laughable. It's a win-win situation, really.
Aunt Marika has assured me that I will grow into mine. Apparently some sort of nasal osteoporosis takes place between the ages of 20 and 40. This is just great - my face will finally be attractive long after the rest of my body is beginning to rot.
My cousin is sporting a generous helping of peach fuzz under his. And his voice has changed. Help help help I am old.