Kidisms

I don't know how, but somehow little man returned from a friend's house with a sample deodorant. His friend's sister brought a case home from work?

The following morning while I was fishing through my jewelry box for an earring, little man came bouncing in, his arm straight up, "Mom, smell my pits." He demanded of me after he applied his new fabulous smelling deordorant.

"No!" I said.

"Really Mom, smell my pits!" He insisted.

"Get your armpit out of my face." I requested.

Little man, with his arm still up, looked in the mirror at his underarm and declared "I have hair under my arms."

I giggle and reminded him that he didn't.

Still admiring his armpit, little man said "Yes I do. Look Mom. Hair."

My giggle was slowly starting to turn into a laughter.

"You don't have hair under your arms. You haven't reached puberty yet." I tell him.

"I had that." He said. "I had puberty!"

"When?" I inquisitively inquired.

"When my voice got deep." He told me.