Advice

Gannon and I are sitting on the floor in my bedroom. Gannon lunges into my lap and as his arm brushes up against my leg, I get this:

G: "Mommy, your legs are spiky. Um...you need to shave."

Me: "Why?" (Insert laugh)

G: "Cause that's the way I like it."

Me: Laughing hysterically.

Oh boy.