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! 

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