As I’m in a tank top, lying in bed, propped against the bedframe with my arms over my head.
“What’s that mommy?” asks Landon.
“My armpit,” I reply.
“No, what’s that?” he asks, moving in for a closer inspection…”right dere” he says pointing to a little hair stubble?
“Ouch” he says as he touches it.
Then he shows me his armpit. “Is there hair under there?” I asked him.
“Yes,” he says smiling.
“No, there’s no hair under your armpit.”
“Maybe it’s growing.”
(If only you knew what’s to come!)
In the car, I was talking to Landon and he was pointing out the police cars and ambulance attending to a wreck and he was remembering the car colors and flashing light colors.
“Wow, Landon,” I said, “I can’t believe you remember all that, you are one smart cookie!”
“Mmmm, okay – Cookie… my (I) want cookie”, he replies.
“Haha – no Landon, there’s no cookie, I said you were a smart cookie.”
Flashforward to the next day… I hand him a cookie for a treat – he looks at it and says “smart cookie!”