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Move Over Creepy Tooth Fairy

Few things are as entertaining as having your unsuspecting kids wake up in the morning with a full-on fu manchu, or a long curly handlebar mustache---to me anyway.

Let me introduce you to the Mustache Fairy. Here's my son after the Mustache Fairy's most recent visit. He's only 8, but with that mustache, he could easily pass for 24.

I'm not sure where this fairy came from, but it's possible he works for the AMI (American Mustache Institute:

For some reason, I find the Mustache Fairy's visits extremely funny. My 8 year old is also a fan. It gives him an excuse to play with the shaving cream. My 6 year old on the other hand, hasn't quite warmed up to the Mustache Fairy. He wouldn't even let me take a picture of his latest mustache.

He gets comically angry whenever the Mustache Fairy visits. He's convinced that I'm the mustache fairy. How in the world could he believe in every other fantasmical creature (e.g., Santa, Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy, Leprechans, etc.) and not believe in the Mustache Fairy? Weird. I'm sure he'll see the humor in it eventually. And if not, there's always the Angry Eye Brow Fairy---I hear he does great work.

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