Mustache Chips

When I picked Troy up from daycare today, I told him that I had a special treat for him. I had brought him a piece of chocolate (which subsequently had melted in the two minutes it took me to walk inside and collect him from his classroom…that’s how hot it is here right now). He immediately lit up and asked, “Mustache chips?” I was taken aback, because one I had no idea what that was, and two because it was so oddly specific. I had to ask my wife later what the heck mustache chips were, and she burst out laughing. Apparently, it’s was Troy calls Pringles, because the guy on the can has a curly mustache. Now, every time I see them, I can’t help but call them mustache chips!