"Ah, but my pits are youthful, Mama..."
"Oh, I get it, and my pits are elderly, decrepit, crabby pits?"
She shrugs and shaves her own dry armpits.
"You've got to watch out for them though," I say. "The hair in the elderly, decrepit, crabby pits is so strong that it can yank the blades from the very razor that tries to shaves them."
"You guys are so weird," says David, from the kitchen below us.
"Not weird," I respond. "Evolving. My elderly, decrepit, crabby pits have abilities."
The conversation has brought David upstairs. "They have abilities? Like...?"
"Retracting armpit hair!!! That can catch criminals!!"
"Like Spider Man?" He then mimes armpit hair shooting out from his own pits.
"Exactly like Spider Man except it's coming from armpits and is, in fact, armpit hair."
"Not the most popular super hero," says David.
"I don't know," says Rissa. "I think we should make it a web series."
"HAH!"
"I gotta go to work," says David, heading back downstairs.
"I need some breakfast," I say following him. "This is today's blog post. Rissa, how did you describe your pits?"
"Youthful."
"Youthful?" David questions. "I thought you said USEFUL! Which made complete sense when you then had retractable armpit hair."
"If they were useful, wouldn't they be opening doors for people?"
"Yes, and they'd fold your laundry..."
"The Really Useful Pit Group??"*
"YES!! And they would sing..." He opens his pits and throws a melodic scale my way. LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-AAAAA!!!!"
"Other families don't do this," says Rissa.
*For all you musical theatre buffs out there. You're welcome.
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