Gus often gets stuck on things - nothing new about that, but for the past few days, he's been stuck on something amusing. Armpits.
The other day, I was getting him ready for bed and he asked what was under my shirt (pointing under my arm). So I said, "my armpit."
"Can I feel it?"
"Er...okay." It was an odd request, but mostly harmless I figured.
"Stubble. Go to bed." So much for being harmless, I thought at the time.
He's been quiet about it for a bit, but then this evening as he was drifting off to sleep, he asked again. I should point out that since he was a baby, the underside of his arms have been a soothing point for him. I told him that he had to go to sleep. He kept trying to get under my sleeve, but I was firm and he said his good nights.
Five minutes later, wouldn't you know it - he came downstairs and tried to stick his hand under my sleeve again! That little sneak! I had to stop myself from busting out laughing.
He's off tomorrow - I hope he forgets about this because I don't know if I'll be able to fend him off all day.