Wm had an insane milk mustache happening at dinner (I think he was trying to take part in Movember). Wm's mustache even curled up at the ends daintily. I kept calling him Pierre and talking with a French accent. But, eventually, Wm got annoyed and was all, "knock it off." I tried to get a picture of it, but you can't really see his Pierre-stache in its full glory:
Ooooooo la la!
Wm said tonight of one of his classmates, "I don't like him. He cries for chocolate milk all the time. I'm like, 'dude, chocolate milk isn't even good for your body - calm down.' But he doesn't listen. He does not need chocolate milk. It has way too much sugar." NICE.
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