Ethan's friend, Brandon, moved to New Jersey about a year and a half ago. This weekend he's visiting and staying at our house. I picked him up earlier today and this kid has grown like a foot. He is 10 years old and is 5'2", weighing 105 pounds. Crazy. Anyway, so the boys are in the back seat and this is part of the conversation I tuned in on:
Ethan: "Dude, you're starting to get dark peach fuzz on your lip!"
Brandon: "You have blonde peach fuzz on yours.
Ethan: "But the hair on my legs is dark."
Brandon: "Yeah, mine too."
Ethan: "AND, I'm starting to get dark hair down there."
Brandon: "I am too."
I've talked about this subject before and how much it freaks me out. And after hearing this conversation, nothing's changed. I still don't care to know about my kid's pubes. (and neither do you, I'm sure, but any of you who've been reading this blog know that I'm full of TMI)
Deep Throat of the Day: LALALALALALALA I CAN'T HEAR YOU LALALALALALA