gross

my delightful mr. c loves his momma. really really. as in, hanging grasping hand holding all through wal mart, under foot, under my wing. i am not sure why exactly he does this but he is very sweet and except for that hanging on my arm business, which really pretty much hurts mid-way into the shopping trip, i'm okay with it. he gives constant contact a whole 'nother meaning. except today when he wormed his little fingers up into my armpit. okay so i admit it's been a little hot around here, at least for what i'm used to. then for some reason the little darlin' sniffed his fingers, began to exclaim how gross it was, shoved his fingers in his brother's face and said

"gross! smell how gross! 

oh ugh,  

i never want puberty!"