Editor's Note: In order not to offend the sensitive nature of our gentle reader, there will be no photo accompanying this story.
Early this morning I was still half asleep, cozy, warm, and thoroughly enjoying my morning snuggle with Jack in our bed. Since the boys are such early risers, this extra few minutes of relaxation once they come downstairs is my favorite way to get things going. However, the day was quickly encroaching; hungry kids and cat would soon need attention, and the aroma of coffee was begining to stir me into motion. Still lying down, I reached up my arms for a good long stretch. Jack quietly gasped, then lightly grabbed the strap of my tank top. "Oh Mommy, " he said tentatively, closely inspecting my armpit, " I'm afraid you're getting...Man Hair!" My loud guffaw threw him into a fit of giggles. But truth be told, he really was very, very concerned, the poor lad.
4 comments:
Oh, modern kids! Little do they know how hairy we really are. Disturbing? xoxo Kai
I had the best smile of my day thanks to Jack's innocent observation! What a hoot. This whole page is terrific. Do you opperate on a different clock than me????? You are just a super star : ) The kids, of course, are just beautiful. mary
Oh my Gosh (as those nice boys who made Napoleon Dynamite would say) you are so darn cute!! Thanks for sharing - it helps me to remember to keep track of all those cute, sad, stupid, funny little things that make our lives so great! Lots of love, hugs and kisses, Holly
Thanks for sparing us the photo but couldn't you make some kind of contact print by smearing your underarms with a viscous pigmented material and pressing it onto fine Japanese printmaking paper?
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