Friday evening, after my shower, I was relaxing on my bed when Morgan pounced on me. We wrestled with tickling attached. I was privileged with ten minutes of laugh-out-loud therapy. I think this was because I agreed to try and grow a FuManChu mustache until he goes to camp (June 16th). I am using it as a symbol of discomfort I will endure for him (for example.)
My daughter HATES it.
