Thursday, May 3, 2012

Holy Moley

Pointing...m-m-m-m-mo-l-e, moleeeee, molay, MOLE!


Did you only think that this happens in the movies? No. Although I don't have a large mole on the front of my face, I do have a smaller mole in the crease of my armpit.  Both Gavin and Sophia seem to be obsessed with it.  For many months, one of them will just pop out and ask to see my mole or wonder if it has somehow disappeared from 5 minutes prior. 

These requests usually come at the oddest times; however, the most unusual has to be their request to see my mole at the dinner table.  This becomes more of an obsession when I wear a tank top as it seems to be blaring out at both of them, just as the picture above. 

One particular dinner (with a tank) included many requests to see "the mole" as we were eating.  I, consistently, reminded them both to stop worrying about my mole and eat their dinner.  Although normally I would not remember such a menu, but they were eating a boca burger and some carrots with some ranch for dipping. 

This is a key detail as the rest of my grossed out evening involved these two items.  As I turn to remind Sophia, one more time, to eat and stop worrying about my mole, I begin to feel something wet in my armpit.  I quickly turn around to find Gavin twirling his carrot and ranch onto my mole! All I do after this is, of course, laugh hysterically as I have a half a bowl of ranch to wipe off.  Yuck. 

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