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It continues to grow. The mustache, that is.

As I’m really the only one that FireDad is mouth-kissing, I can let you know that it has finally passed the “ow, it’s poking me in the lip and it hurts really bad” stage and entered the “it’s kinda soft but still partly poking but it hurts less” phase. So, don’t kiss him yet.

When I took today’s picture, one week since last week’s picture, I asked him why he was making a grumpy face as he was in a rather good mood. His response:

Because men with mustaches look like this!

He’s weird. But he’s weird with a mustache now.

Weird with a mustache, and the best darn firefightin’, grocery shoppin’, Dyson sweepin’, barbecue chicken cookin’ husband out there.