As my son and I are driving to see a friend of mine this morning, this was a question put forth by my son...
"Momma, do you have chest hair?"
My mind was saying "What the hell!", but my voice said "No son, why?"
"Just wondering."
This is the same child who asked me, once again while driving along in the car, how God made the holes in our butt. Yeah. Didn't have an answer for that one.
