The other day, J and I were playing on the floor. I had on shorts because I had just worked out. Jackson plopped down in my lap and then shot up like he'd been stung screaming, "Ow, Mama!" I thought maybe he HAD been stung or had pinched his leg on my shoe when he sat down. I was searching around my lap to figure out what had hurt him. Meanwhile, he leaned over and rubbed his hand up and and down my shin. With a look of horror on his face, he pulled his hand away and said, "Owie, Mama. Your legs, owie."
Thank you, son. Message received: Mama needs to shave.
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