I love my daughter. She’s got a unique perspective on life and she’s completely unfiltered with her observations and desires, which is a nice way of saying she’s a weird one.

Today she told us — yes, all of us in earshot — that she wanted an ankle mustache.

An ankle mustache.

Your mouth just dropped open and you probably tilted your head to one side. I know this because it’s the reaction from everyone in the room when she said the words “ankle mustache.”

I also know you’re wondering what the hell an ankle mustache is.

It’s where I would shave my legs except for a thin line around my ankle.

An ankle mustache.

Um, Maddi, why would you want an, um, ankle mustache?

So I can pet it.

An ankle mustache. So she can pet it.

At least she’s stopped asking for a kitten.