Right manly....

Tonight, I'm at the computer as the boys are getting ready for bed. I hear lots of giggling, which in and of itself isn't a big deal usually, but there were real belly laughs. Knowing my boys the way I do, I know they are going to come and tell me what has them so amused.

Cue Ryan.

'Mummy! *giggle* Mummy ... smell my arm pit!'

I'm completely thrown with this comment. They often want me to smell a wide variety of God-knows-what, but their aim pits ... that's new. 'What? Why do I need to smell your pit?', I ask.

'C'mon ... just smell 'em!', he begs.

'NO!! I'm not smelling your arm pit, Ryan!!' I'm not an idiot, after all.

'No, Mummy, really ... it smells really good.', he promises.

Wondering, I ask; 'Why does your arm pit smell 'really good'?'

Amidst a fit of giggles, Ryan explains; 'We found Daddy's deodorant. C'mon ... smell me. I smell RIGHT MANLY!'

.... I'm still laughing.