How You Make My Mustache?

Maybe we could glue a Dwarf Campbell Russian hamster under Gbot's nose.

I would have bet the antique cat that I’d hit “publish” at 11 p.m. last night, but WordPress says no. So let’s all pretend this was posted last night.

From the crib, 5:30 a.m.:

Gbot: “Get me out of my crib, Mama.”

Me: “Don’t you want to go back to sleep, Little Bear?”

Gbot: “I want…to be Santa Claus.”


“How you make my mustache?”

*   *   *

5:30 p.m., from the backseat:

Mbot, who knows he has superheroes inside him, brain cells and goblet cells and musclemen, giggled at the gate attendant in Grandma’s neighborhood: “It’s funny when people wear white shirts.”

Me: “Why, honey?”

Mbot: “White shirts make my musclemen tickle my heart.”

Although I tried, I never did find out exactly why. But I think I will have to figure out how to make a mustache.

The New Yorker gave this 1996 film, starring klezmer music greats the Epstein brothers, a rave review. For those of us who weren't music history majors, that's turn-of-the-last-century Eastern European instrumental dance music. I'm just excited to have found a new good Scrabble word.

What made your musclemen tickle your heart today?

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