Brendan came downstairs the morning of my birthday sporting this:
"What's up with that?", I asked him.
"What do you mean?" he said, stroking his felt 'stache with the thumb and index finger of his right hand.
"The sweet 'stache." I said.
"Oh, thiiiiiis," he said, dragging out the word, and jiggling his eyebrows up and down "I think it makes me look distinguished."
Most kids spend their change on gumballs, or temporary tattoos.
He spent his 50 cents on a self-adhesive porn 'stache.
And wore it with pride to sixth grade.
I can't get enough of this kid.