Thursday, May 5, 2011
Chase has recently begun sprouting the beginnings of a mustache on his upper lip.
It is thrilling to everyone, of course, except his older brother, who - for reasons known only to the gods of manliness - is lacking a mustache of his own.
[That, and the fact that Chase is now taller than him, has become the bane of his very troubled existence.]
Last night at dinner the ever-palatable topic of the 'Stache came up yet again. Chase was asking me if the Husband has to shave every day, and how quickly the stubble grows back in. When he found out that it indeed does grow everyday if you don't shave it, he seemed pleased.
Then he said, "Yeah, I think I'm going to grow a two-foot long beard. They're just so classy."
Classy? Probably not the Vogue magazine definition of the word.
But I'd say it definitely suits him.