I gave Ethan a shower and then got him dressed in our room (clean clothes already there). I grabbed Jim’s antiperspirant and put some on him, telling him what I was doing. As I went to put it back, I heard him sniff—deeply—his armpit and say “Oooh!” in a delighted voice.
Then, after I came downstairs:
Looking at a picture of Daddy holding preemie Ethan (to take into pediatrician’s office for comparison)
Laura: Ooh! He doesn’t have a beard!
Bennett: It looks so wrong!
Laura: Beards are manly!