Today, when Levi and I were having lunch, I sat on the bean bag chair next to his table. He hasn't been sleeping well, so he curled up with me with his head on my shoulder, facing me. He got a horrified look on his face and started to cry. When he finally stopped crying, I asked him what happened. He pointed to my underarm and said "mama, i'm scared. what is THAT?" as he pointed to my underarm hair. I want to say, right now, that it has only been 3 days since I shaved, but Levi was petrified of the stubble. When I explained it to him, he told me that he wanted his da-da. Poor guy. Sometimes it scares me, too.
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