This morning, while searching the attic for a costume to lend to a friend, I stumbled upon the Dopey costume that the Man-Cub wore when he was two and my heart swelled to three times its’ normal size. There may have been tears.
This afternoon, the Cub announced that he thinks he has hair growing in his armpits and I couldn’t help but think that a club to my head would have been kinder than pummeling me with that sentence.
For the record, I’m pretty sure the “hair” was lint from the shirt he was wearing. Either that or, he really needs to apply a little more pressure when scrubbing his armpits because; Dopey is too young to be sprouting armpit hair and, to think otherwise would make me most Grumpy.