Friday, July 1, 2011

My most recent conversation.

FB comes into the kitchen. I'm making guacamole for a dinner I won't eat, listening to The Civil Wars "C'est La Mort" on repeat, lamenting that our weekend plans blew up, and generally wallowing. He looks at me and says, "Mom, can I get a hug?" He has impeccable timing. I give him what we call the "boob smash" (his head is level with my chest) and kiss his hair. I feel slightly better. Then we have the following conversation:

FB: How old do I need to be to wear deodorant?
Me: There's no age requirement, you just need to smell.
FB: I wish I smelled.
Me: Why?
FB: Because I want to use deodorant. It's so cool. You rub it on your armpits. I wish I could rub something on my armpits.
Me: You are the strangest person I have ever met.
FB: *smiles*

My kids are freaking cool.

4 comments:

  1. Thanks for making me laugh. In my house those are called squish-ies. Kids are awesome.

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  2. Nazre Karam Mujh Par Itna Na Kar,
    Ki Teri Mohabbat Ke Liye Baagi Ho Jaaun, …. play bazaar Mujhe Itna Na Pila Ishq-E-Jaam Ki, satta king Main Ishq Ke Jahar Ka Aadi Ho Jaaun.

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