I look at him. He's just three days into third grade.
"Deodorant," I say. "Why do you need deodorant?"
"Because," he says, with a grin that is all boy. "After recess my armpits were so slippery. It was like water."
To be grossed out, or amused? That is the eternal question for a Mom of boys.
He lifts up his skinny arm to show me his armpit, and I go with amused.
AND a big, sloppy kiss.
|Chesapeake Bay, MD|