Last summer Annie and I were in the car, headed back to the city from a day at the barn. Just as I was lifting my arm to see if, after hours of riding, I smelled good enough to stop by the local pizza joint with confidence, Annie asked a random question:
"Mommy, do turkeys fly?"
Just then I sniffed... under my arm.
"Mom!" she shrieked, “DO YOU THINK YOU’LL GET THE ANSWER TO MY QUESTION BY SMELLING UNDER YOUR ARM?"
She continued jokingly, and in a comical and deep voice she said, "OH MIGHTY ARMPIT, PLEASE TELL ME, DO TURKEYS FLY?"
We both laughed hysterically.
Tonight Annie and I sat on the sofa and talked. Suddenly she asked a random question:
"Mommy, are cavemen real?"
I didn’t have an answer right away because I wasn’t sure if she meant, WERE they real, or are they in existence TODAY.
I looked at her for a moment. She stared back at me expressionless and then, without missing a beat, she lifted up her arm… and took a whiff.