I'm Disturbed

As my wife Trixie and I are making our way down our street today, we spy a 10 - 12 year old kid riding his bike. It's a fairly nice day outside and we harken back to the good old days when riding a bike wasn't exercise and was instead a source of pleasure.

We continue to watch the little tyke on the bike, pedal and coast, pedal and coast...

We then look at each other in face contorting confusion.

Let's call the child Helmut, or Claus, or even Frederich.

On top of his pre-teen head sits a black motorcycle helmet, and drawn into the area above his lips is a small, short and square mustache.

Was is los mit das Kinder?