>The scene: Tony and I are lying in bed, surfing the Internet and reading a book at 9pm. Bug had taken a too-long nap this day and is sitting between us. (By “sitting” I mean doing headstands, jumping on the bed and his daddy, and striking up conversations about the things that most interest two-year-old boys.)
At one point he leans over to examine my underarms. It’s been a few days since I’ve maintained the area, and because I’m fortunate to have fast-growing and highly-visible body hair it’s fascinating to my son.
Bug: “Mommy, you parmpit spicy.”
Me: “Spicy? Do you mean scratchy?”
Bug: “No, spicy. You parmpit spicy. Look like chocolate.”
Tony: *snort, guffaw, hiccup*
Me, to Tony: “You do know that’s what we’re calling this situation from now on.”
Tony: “You bet your spicy parmpits we are.”
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>Hahaha! Bug is AWESOME.
Posted by SciFi Dad | December 21, 2009, 19:12