When I picked James up from Boys Dance this evening he slung his arm around my shoulder for a hello hug and I nearly passed out from the smell. What the heck? He's 9 now, so he suddenly smells like a boy?! We made a stop at Kroger on the way home to buy him his very own deodorant, and as I lectured him about carefully soaping ALL his body parts when we got home and EVERY time he showers, and always remembering deodorant from now on, he turned his back on me and had the funniest smile... It was like he was proud to be old enough for deodorant, but also shy about it. Don't worry, I didn't let him have the Axe Body Spray...
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