Perhaps It Was All Those Olympic Swimmers We Watched …

Lucas woke me up this morning with an odd question: “Mom! Can I take a shower?”
“A shower? Why do you want to take a shower?” (He typically showers in the evening, before bedtime.)
“For fun. Just in private.”
“Oh. Um…” 
“I won’t do anything dangerous, like play with a razor … or eat the soap … or lick some chemicals … or something like that.”
“Um … OK.” I respect my kids’ need to explore their bodies.

45 minutes later…

“Mom! Feel my legs! Aren’t they smooth?”
“They are smooth. Lucas, did you use a razor to shave your legs?”
Beaming, he says, “Yeah! Aren’t they nice?”

Funny thing is, I can remember having the EXACT SAME conversation with my mother when I was a girl. I don’t remember how old I was, though. “Mom, feel my legs! Aren’t they smooth?”

5 Responses to “Perhaps It Was All Those Olympic Swimmers We Watched …”

  • misterjustin
    December 31, 1969 at 5:00 pm


  • thaemos
    August 11, 2008 at 3:54 pm

    I guess that settles it. Gay.


  • lunagirl35
    August 11, 2008 at 4:10 pm

    I wanna know how to get a close shave like that 🙂


  • frosteee
    August 11, 2008 at 9:59 pm

    No, it just means he’s truly Ian’s kid.


  • misterjustin
    August 12, 2008 at 1:50 am

    Well that certainly settles it. Gay.


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