Today Baby Bot rubbed my calves and shrieked.

A high pitch, blood curdling scream.

“What’s wrong?!” I asked.

“Momma, you have porcupine legs!”

Oh.

I started to laugh.  In my mind I started the debate of what was better. Enjoying 5 weeks between shaving my legs and letting the hair grow into a silky luscious almost braid-able coif or causing my son to scream bloody murder after day4.

While I was debating this very important life changing decision, I was interrupted by the sound of a young boy pretending to be a “who the hell knows what.”

He sounded a bit like a robot; a tad like a truck and a bit like a hyena.

“What are you doing?” I asked him.

“I’m a trimmer,” he replied. “I’ma trimming your porcupine legs.”