I bent down yesterday to pick something up off the floor. No biggie, until I stood up. On my way up I got a whiff of some SERIOUS "body odor". I took a moment, to "sniff", my armpit. We had just gotten back from a party and I HAD to be sure that it wasn't me. I can just see me, walking around all night, visiting, serving food, chatting...all while stinkin like a boys locker room!
The "sniff" determined, I was in fact safe. Who was the culprint? My son. My oldest son. The boy is 7. He won't be 8 until July....was it possible the smell was coming from him!?!? I asked him to let me smell his armpit. He found this hysterical and gladly shoved his "pit" into my nose.
The odor was in fact eminating from his little pit. WHAT?!?! I thought I caught a glimpse of this same smell from him just a few days earlier, but chalked it up to playing outside, boy "funk" and being overdue for a shower. There was no denying it this time. The child stank!
I sent him to see his dad. I told him to tell his dad to smell his armpit...he ran giggling to his dad. I heard my husband tell him "NO WAY" and S explain that mommy said you HAVE TOO!! It was quickly decided the boy had some serious "funk" and that we needed to take care of it!
Matt took a moment to show S how to use deodorant. I told him I'd get him some special kid kind. I walked away, chocked up and teary eyed. S wanted to know why on earth I was sad he had to wear deodorant. Matt explained it was because it meant he was growing up. S thought this was ridiculous! He thought this was one of the coolest moments in his life!!
He then announced I needed to measure him (we have done this on the inside of our linen closet door since S was a year and a half). He was certain since he was wearing "big man" deodorant that he'd most likely grown! I told him we'd do that tomorrow and that he needed to get to bed.
This morning, before he got dressed, he walked into the bathroom, excitedly opened the deodorant and applied a small amount...again, my eyes teared up. I'm not ready for this!!
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You're telling me I only have three short years before we start deoderant? I refuse to believe it! CRAZY!
This is too funny Beth! I remember that I had to start wearing deoterant when I was about 6. I'm not even sure I had started first grade yet. The moment was so monumental I still, to this day, can remember what I was wearing when my mom discovered my BO! HA! It was my Osh Kosh B'Gosh Plaid Blouse and my pink courduroy jumper :). I'm sure Logan's BO moment will happen all too soon for us as well.
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