I was reading my son a book before I tucked him into bed last night. He interrupted me with this comment: "Mama, you need an entertaining new look."
I stopped and glanced up. "What are you talking about? Am I not interesting enough?"
The boy shook his head. "No, Mama." He spied a sheet of stick-on mustaches sitting on his desk. "I know what will make you look better."
He peeled off a black mustache and affixed it to my face. "There. That's perfect."
I continued reading with this thing tickling my nose.
Bubba started giggling.
I wrinkled my nose, trying not to sneeze.
Bubba giggled some more.
I attempted to read, but was interrupted by Bubba's fit of laughter. "Bubba," I said. "Are you going to listen to this?"
"I'm trying to, Mama. But your new look is so entertaining, I can't focus on the story!"