Muskrach

The other day I picked Gaby up from school. It was a sunny day and I guess she was looking at me through the mirror as we turned a corner in the car.

Gaby: "Mommy, you have a muskrach."
Mommy: "A what?"
Gaby: "A muskrach, like grandpa."
Mommy: "First of all it's a mustache and secondly, I don't have one!"

Is nothing sacred?