A/N: To be perfectly honest, I have no idea if this has been done before. Apologies if it has.
Also, I don't think I've put a disclaimer in this series yet.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything here that doesn't belong to me.
"I'm gonna grow a mustache when I grow up," said six-year-old John Watson to the sitting room at large, which happened to be only his older brother.
Henry looked up from the book he was reading and snorted. "You? With a mustache?" He shook his head. "Somehow, I can't picture that."
John drew himself up to his full height, which admittedly was not very impressive, put his hands on his hips and said, "Just you wait! I'll have the best mustache in the whole world!"
Henry smiled and returned to his book. "I'm sure you will, John. Young ladies for years to come will be awed by its... amazingness."
A/N: Henry, how right you are. (Almost) shameless confession: I am one of those young ladies.
I can just hear all of you out there. "Hooray! CJN's muse has finally lightened up a bit!"
But maybe that's just the other voices in my head who have had to spend all day with said depressed muse day in and day out.
