Today Baby Bot rubbed my calves and shrieked.
A high pitch, blood curdling scream.
“What’s wrong?!” I asked.
“Momma, you have porcupine legs!”
I started to laugh. In my mind I started the debate of what was better. Enjoying 5 weeks between shaving my legs and letting the hair grow into a silky luscious almost braid-able coif or causing my son to scream bloody murder after day4.
While I was debating this very important life changing decision, I was interrupted by the sound of a young boy pretending to be a “who the hell knows what.”
He sounded a bit like a robot; a tad like a truck and a bit like a hyena.
“What are you doing?” I asked him.
“I’m a trimmer,” he replied. “I’ma trimming your porcupine legs.”