We are sitting in Dunkin' Donuts before soccer starts.
TJ points at a man and whispers to me: Look at him
Mama: I see him, what about him?
TJ whispers: He has a moustache!
Mama: Oh, he does have a moustache.
TJ, with wide eyes: Do you hate people with moustaches?
Mama: No. Do you?
TJ: No, I like them.