Cadynce: "Momma, can I sit with you?"
Me: "Sure thing."
She climbs on up in my lap. It's been sunny, we're wearing shorts.
Cadynce: "ooh, Momma, something is wrong with your legs."
Cadynce: "They're all knuckly."
Cadynce: "Yeah, knuckly, here feel."
I feel. And all at once, it dawns on me. I didn't shave my legs.