I dip the razor into the coffee cup filled with water, still hesitant, I ask him if I should trim it with scissors first. He shakes his head 'No'.
He curls his top lip tightly down and tilts his chin up towards me.
I press the blade of the razor to the top his mustache and make small motions downward.
"You can press harder if you want."
I would make jokes, like- When it gets long enough are you gonna braid it? I would complain that in order to go in for a kiss I had to go 'under and up' just to find his lips. When he drank his chocolate milk the whole front of his mustache would become soaked and separate into two dripping points and I would say, "Ummmmm, you have a little something on your lip." There were times I suggested he get some wax and twist his mustache upward. It went on and on.