Pulling open the drawer where I was certain the boxed note cards were stashed, I found three things: 1. the Entertainment book 2. a cell phone charger that no longer works 3. a self-adhesive mustache. Yes, you read that correctly. A self-adhesive mustache. (Not the note cards I was looking for, I might add.)
As fast as the backing was peeled off, that mustache was stuck to Channing's upper lip. He laughed. It tickled.
With no knowledge of the inner workings of a three-year-old brain/imagination, I do not know what possessed Channing to then grab a pear off of the kitchen counter and begin eating it. Hilarity ensued.
You see, wearing self-adhesive mustaches and eating pears are two activities which are not compatible. The mustache, it seems, prefers the freckled, yellow flesh of a pear to that of a small boy.