GRASS

Joey and I were playing TICKLE TICKLE on our bed this morning.
I was laying on my back and raised my arm so she could tickle me.
She paused, look down my sleeve, and exclaimed:

"GRASS!"

Mommy: "No Joey, that is Mommy's armpit hair."

(shaking her head no, she then shoved her finger into my arm pit and pointed)
Joey: "No, look Mommy, GRASS!"

Mommy: "You're right. it's grass."

I promptly shaved.