When K saw the razor sitting on the ledge of my shower, she looked at me incredulously and shouted, “YOU HAVE A MUSTACHE?!?”

L immediately chimed in and said, “No, K, that’s like mommy’s…it’s for your eyebrows.”

(Their mother does not shave her eyebrows.)


Even though they only spent a few days with B over a year ago, they still talk about him all the time.

“Big Lowen, does B have a mustache?” K asked randomly. Then she smirked and added, “Betuz I really like mustaches. Really. I mean it forever.”