When I snapped this photo of the Cutlet last week, his little orange mustache reminded me of some of my elementary-school classmates who had those permanent juice/Kool-Aid marks around their mouths. I guess it comes from tilting a cup so it hits the outside of your mouth, and then not opening your mouth wide enough. Hence, the "mustache" effect. When I think back to the (many many many) years ago I was in the fourth grade, there are some kids who were never without the 'stache. I wouldn't recognize them on a day they washed their faces after eating breakfast. It was not a male-exclusive adornment, although it was the braids and pig tails that distinguished the little girls. If they changed their hair (or their moms did), it was like they were strangers.
Are first-graders still gripping Husky pencils, practicing the letter "A" between thick-ruled paper? Are they still toting lunchboxes featuring their favorite cartoon/TV characters? Do they still share the same bad jokes? Are there some kids who doodle endlessly on their homework? All too soon I'll know some of the answers to these questions, and more, when the Cutlet starts school in three years. It seems like a long ways away, but I know it's not. He's already 2. Could someone please pull the emergency brake? Time's passing way too fast.
The other day, little Boogie had a popsicle. A blue one, no less. Her lips were all blue afterward, and it definitely brought back memories of my childhood, walking to 7-11 during the summer to get candy and popsicles. Eating so much candy, in colors never found in nature, so that your mouth was raw by the end of the day! Oh, to be a kid again.
I can't wait to see the post after you had to give the cutlet the sex talk...
At Bible School in the summer, they always gave us Kool-Aid and those little flower-shaped cookies with a hole in the middle. Around 4th grade I began to be self-conscious about getting a Kool-Aid mustache, and I took great precautions to sip it without turning my upper lip purple or red.
That picture just melts my cold, cold heart.
Not many first graders are practicing the letter A - that's preschool work there mister. Lunchboxes are of the softsided variety and many snacks get smushed. Bad jokes still run rampant (even into adulthood I'm finding) and no, at least here there are no more husky pencils. And I know of at least one little girl who travels to Boston for highlights. But hope is not lost, your Cutlet is yours for the molding.
What a great picture -- you've got a heartbreaker on your hands, mi amigo..
That hue more closely resembles a spaghettio moustache, I think....
:)
I don't understand these weird comments