Sitting by the pool, under the overhang, trying to dry off while avoiding the inevitable rainstorm that blew in 5 minutes after my children jumped in:
Secondo: Primo, you have a mustache! Mom, did you see that Primo has a mustache?
Primo: So what? Mom has a mustache.
At this point, all three stare intently at my upper lip while I text-google the nearest salon for an emergency appointment.