Anyway, he gets right up in my face and I'm looking into his mouth mentally calculating how he is ever going to fit those huge teeth into such a small space when a look comes over his face that I interpreted as one of nothing but total devotion to me, the woman who carried him for 9 months. A look like he was seeing me - his creator, protector, teacher- his mother -for the first time...when he says:
"Hey mom. I didn't know you had hair under your nose!"
I say, "Uh, yep. I guess I do buddy." (slightly dismayed that I was soooo way off on the deciphering of his look)
(silly me, I thought the conversation would end there. Wrong.)
"Well mommy, for a girl, your mustache is almost as good as daddy's!"I am currently looking into boarding schools for this young man.