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."