Dialogue.

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."

Me: "What?"

Cadynce: "They're all knuckly."

Me: "Knuckly?"

Cadynce: "Yeah, knuckly, here feel."

I feel. And all at once, it dawns on me. I didn't shave my legs.