Kendell, evidently done saving the planet from war, plops down next to me on the couch, "Mom, I have hair on my privates."
I look at him and he looks right back as if we were discussing his favorite cartoon; He's totally engaged.
"Well, that's pretty normal" I manage to reply without breaking expression.
"Yeah, well I don't like it" he says while scowling down at his lap.
"No one does kiddo. It's just part of growing up."
"Yeah, well, I better not get any on my chest!"
I reply deadpan, "Well, since I don't, you've got at least a 50/50 chance."
Oh my gosh.....that's funny! Wait'll he finds out you blogged about THAT!
I'm a recovering single mother trying desperately to see humor in my day to day toil while simultaneously avoiding reality as much as humanly possible.