That baby doctor couldn't have been 35 years old. He looked more like twenty-five. I'm telling you he was a baby. And a doctor. A surgeon, a plastic surgeon. He removed hubby's benign cyst with a flick of the wrist. With another flick, he looked at me and said, "If you want to take care of that (he patted his jaw and pointed to mine) I do that, too. Set up a consultation with my nurse."
That little baby faced doc can stick to cysts, he's not tugging my wrinkles.
Be careful, my writer friends. Playing with words can be fun, but you don't want to alienate or tick off your reader.