A few nights ago Aubrey was in the bathroom with me after I got out of the shower. She watched as I brushed my hair, moisturized and applied deodorant. I saw her eyeballing my deodorant so I asked, “You want some?”
Her face lit up as she grabbed it and applied it liberally to both arm pits. “Momma, when you go on a date you need a lot of this huh?” (I have no idea what she’s thinking. I love the Zebster but after almost 14 years together, I don’t really break out in sweats on dinner dates.)
“Yeah, I guess you do,” I said.
Aubrey was grinning from ear to ear when she left my bathroom to go put on her pajamas and Zeb heard her yell at her sister as she ran into her bedroom, “Hey Emma! Smell my pits!”
Emma didn’t even hesitate. Bet that doesn’t happen when they’re teenagers.