Out of the Mouths of Babes

Since nothing really exciting is happening around here, and a friend of mine told me that she has recounted this little snippet to many people who find it entertaining (She prefaced this by saying "Don't worry, I just said a friend of mine has this son - so they won't know it's you"), I thought I'd give you a laugh. It's actually quite hilarious, and since I'm quasi-anonymous here . . .why not?

When Corwin and Clara were almost three, they started going to a co-op nursery school two mornings a week. One morning, Corwin didn't feel great. He wasn't sick, but was tired and a bit stuffy, like he was starting to fight off a cold. When asked if he wanted to stay home and rest, he said yes. So, we got Clara ready and took her to nursery school ("I love you Corwin, but I have to go to school" - said in a very grown up voice. I hope she keeps this school ethic for a looooooong time). When we got back home, I asked Corwin if he would like to have a bath in Mummy's tub (the roman tub - no jets, just big), and of course he said yes. I filled up the bath with very warm water, and added a few drops of the Johnson&Johnson Aroma Bath for Babies (it's great for colds - has eucalyptus and rosemary, and I even like it for my baths). When the bath was ready, Corwin wanted me to get in, too. So, we both got undressed and soaked in the tub, splashing a bit, playing with the bubbles. After about 20 minutes, I decided that it was time to get out. I got out first, and pulled the plug, figuring he could play with the remaining bubbles while I got dried and threw on a robe. While I was toweling off, Corwin said something to me. I didn't think I'd heard correctly, so I said "Pardon?". When he repeated it, I knew I'd heard correctly.
"I like your fur, Mom".
What do you say to that?
"Thank you".
And you also make a mental note to call for a bikini wax!!!!