Man-stache

Henry is convinced he is growing a moustache. He keeps telling everyone, "I am the only one in first grade with a moustache." I don't want to ruin it for him by telling him I have more of a moustache than him, so I just play along. He is very fastidious about his appearance, much more-so than our favorite caveman, Jack. We bought Jack deodorant, and Henry had to have some. Of course, not just any deodorant, but the "red kind." Now Henry goes to school smelling like an 80 year old with Old Spice under his arms. Henry does his own hair and much prefers Crew to any other products. So today he came into the family room and told me, "I wear deodorant, I comb my own hair, and I am growing a moustache, I am becoming a man and I am not even a teenager. In fact, I have not even been baptized!" He is a funny little Old Spice wearing, spiky-haired, moustache sporting man!