Friday, April 28, 2017

Desperately Seeking Deodorant

My six-year-old is counting down the days until he gets to wear deodorant. -yes, it's true.

Since I can remember, I have been encouraging my 3 Littles (ages 2,4,and 6) to wash their face and feet at night. This is part of our bedtime routine because, well, it makes sense.

A few weeks back, as my biggest Little, Zeplin, was washing his feet and I smelled something stinky!
I love you, Zep, but your feet were stanky!!!

This brought about the "you're-getting-older-and-have-to-make-sure-you-are-taking-care-of-yourself -properly" talk.
The one where I proceeded to tell him how his feet smell 
and this is normal. 

One day you will wake up with stinky armpits, too! I explained. Zep found this interesting, but it was the NEXT THING I mentioned which took this boy to the moon:
Once your armpits get stinky, you will begin to wear deodorant. 
He was all:
I.Get.To.Wear.Deodorent??? Oh.Happy.Day!!!
...and his eyes grew three-times larger that day. 

For days after this discussion, he would wake up and ask me to smell his armpits during breakfast. 

The good stuff BSM uses...can my baby be smelling 
like a hot-man in the next few years??? yikes!


In addition to smells, Zep has become curious about hair.

Since our talk, Zep has taken notice of other aspects of aging...take pubic hair, for instance.
He saw his daddy naked and was all, "will I get hair on my penis, too?"...to which Big Strong Man noted "there is actually no hair on the penis, but...". -thanks, Mr., we got the point. 

This isn't actually new, though.
Once, many moons ago (as in years), Zep saw me peeing and asked why I have hair on my penis.
Innocence. 
It was that question which made me reconsider my open-door policy whilst peeing.

He is fairly excited to see if he grows stomach, shoulder, or back hair. (Please, Lord, NO.) And -of course- face hair.

OK, the last...he saw me getting dressed the other day. Now, Zeplin is 6 and we try to be modest without being prudish in our family (a.k.a., I don't invite him into my room to watch me dress, but if he walks by and sees me, he sometimes stops to talk.) I am notoriously, self-confessed, flat-chested so when he asked me if he will grow boobies like mine when he grows up, I darn near melted. 
You, sweet child, are like an encouraging angel who doesn't yet understand male/female anatomy and I am so thankful you thought my little boobies were special. 

Do you have little ones who are crazy-excited to grow-up?

Although we really try to encourage enjoying being 6 while he can, Zeplin sees these signs of maturing as huge milestones in his life- most of which he would gladly accept tomorrow.
Please, sweet Jesus, let my baby be a baby as long as natural and normal. Thank you. 

All the best on parenting!




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