Saturday, February 2, 2013
a real life conversation...
...about a cavewoman.
the scene: graham and i were lying side by side on the couch, head to toe. he reached his sweet little hand up my yoga pant leg and said...
graham: mommy, you need to shave your legs.
me: i do? why?
graham: (while rubbing his hand up and down the front of my leg, from ankle to knee) because they feel fingernail-y... they feel whiskery... (still rubbing and, now, talking to himself) whiskers, whiskers, whiskery...(talking under his breath now) ouch, ouch, ouch.
i have no comment.
i plead the fifth.
i refuse to respond on the grounds that i might incriminate myself.
happy saturday to you!