Today: I'm awaiting my son's arrival at my school via carpool so that I can zip over to a meeting on the other side of town. In walks 12 year old. He is complaining to me about a problem at dismissal, a girl keeps trying to take his bookbag. "Wait. What is on your upper lip?" I say. "Oh, he he he. A mustache." "Why do you have a blue Bic mustache?" Twelve year old responds, "I was bored."
So I finish listening to his story about the bookbag kidnapper. Then I ask him to please get rid of the mustache because we're headed to a education meeting with people I'd like to keep working for and bringing a 12 year old with a blue mustache might not be the best career-advancing move for me. Luckily the mustache did wash off.
I was amused how little the mustache bothered the twelve year old. How strange that an age when most are uber self concious, my son bravely models a blue mustache! I only regret that I was in such a rush to get to the meeting that I didn't take a picture. :-( Would have been great for the "rehearsal dinner photo montage" when/if someday he gets married!
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