A recorded conversation.

“Teacher Nick, did you cut your mustache?” asked Bseps, one of the boys from our hamlet.
“Eh? My mustache?” Nick asked.
“Did you cut your mustache?” Beseps repeated.
“No.” Pointing to his beard, Nick said, “This is beard.”
Pointing to upper-lip Nick said, “This is mustache.”
“Oh. You cut beard?”
“Yes, I SHAVED,” he emphasized the correct verb.
“With what?”
“A razor.”
Bseps crinkles up his face at the new word.
Nick mimes using an electric razor, “zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.”
“Oooooooh,” the boy says.
Nick puts on his flip-flops and turns to Beseps. “Did YOU shave your mustache?”
“Eh?”
“Did YOU shave your mustache?”
“I have no mustache!!!”
“Hmmmm. I think you better shave YOUR mustache.”
“Ahhhhh!” Exasperated with the crazy electric-razor-using, facial-hair-wearing American, he ran away and climbed the guava tree in our front yard.