Conversation around the dinner table last night.
Charles: I have hair under my arms too
Tommy: Oh that is so gross
Me: It's a fact of life but not suitable for dinner conversation.
Said hair growing child proceeded to show us the tufts of hair growing under his noxious armpits.
For a few months now, we've noticed his voice had gotten a little lower. He sprouted up a few inches as well. Up two pant sizes since August.
It seems Mother Nature has collided with my son and seems hell bent on turning him into a young man.
Other things have been developing as well. I think he likes a girl. You know, like likes. There was a dance at school last week and he mentioned going. I asked him if he wanted to and he said he wasn't sure. I heard him talking to a friend. He didn't go because he wanted to ask a girl but wasn't sure how to. She had been dropping hints that she wanted to go with him.
How do you role play that?