Hen, while helping me select photos for the yearly slideshow, asks: Mom, could I only open my mouth and say, 'Mustache," when I was a baby?
Me, thinking I heard him wrong: What?
Hen, in imagined falsetto baby voice: Mustache. Mustache.
Me, thinking: Damn. So that's what he was saying. And just in time for Movember.
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