Peanut: Mom, do you want this little comb that came with your new mustache scissors?
Me: Nose-hair scissors.
Peanut: Whatever. Do you want this little mustache comb?
Peanut: You're not going to use it?
Peanut: Can I have it?
Peanut: Cool. I'm going to grow a mustache. I mean, not yet, but when I do grow one I'm going to comb it.
Peanut, leaning over my face: Do you want me to comb your mustache for you?
Peanut: Because I could, you know...