My six year old woke at the crack of dawn to get dressed for school. Put on his nicest kaki pants and polo then slapped on some suspenders and a bowtie. We slicked his hair into an obnoxious comb-over. All that was left was to put on his mustache, a fuzzy old thing we dug up from the costume bin.
It was Dress Like a Teacher Day at the elementary school and my kindergartner had planned a week in advance what he would wear. Now that the day had finally arrived he ran to the mirror to look himself over — and his little face fell. “What if people laugh at me?” he asked with a pout. “What if they think I’m just wearing church clothes?” And worst of all,” What if my mustache falls off?”