Man Stuff

A stern expression covered my three-year-old's face this morning at the breakfast table. He screwed up his eyes, clenched his fists and groaned.

"What in the world are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm trying to grow a mustache," he grunted.

"I see. And how's that going for you?" I asked.

"No mustache yet!" he replied.

"Well, buddy," I said, "It's pretty hard to grow a mustache unless you are a man."

"Yeah, I guess so," he conceded.

My son thought for a moment before he added, "You know, Mommy, growing a mustache requires a lot of flatulence."