So my sister and I are hanging out minding our  business

Our dad walks by minding his own business too

Something doesn’t look right and it bothers me

‘He must have lost his moustache’ I tell my sister

My sister has an idea and I like it

We put our plan in action

We find glue and other paraphernalia

My sister sacrifices her prized posession, a ball of thread. My sister was a cat in all of her past 9 lives.

And voila! A new moustache for good old dad. And he never saw me coming 🙃