Yesterday as we were in the throes of our morning routine, there’s myself, Laura and our 3 year old Xavier in the kitchen. I took off my sweatshirt, and as it tends to happen with that garment, my T-shirt rode up as well.
Xavier said “Ewww! I can see your body. Gross. You have hair.”
Laura and I laughed at this and I told her of the time a couple of weeks ago when I got out of the shower and encountered a similar situation. Xavier was there and said “I can see your penis. Ew, that’s gross!”
So while we’re there in the kitchen talking about how gross dad’s body is Xavier chimes in “Not you mom. You’re not gross. You smell like cherry medicine.”