An Innocent Query

Tonight at bedtime my sister-in-law, Sarah, helped me prepare the kids for their baths. I popped the youngest two children in the tub. My four-year-old son sat on the bathroom floor and waited his turn.

Sarah was wearing a pretty, summery skirt. Our bathroom is very small, and as my son sat on the floor he reached out and gently touched his aunt's bare leg.

"Auntie Sarah," he asked in a sweet voice, "How come your legs don't feel like Mommy's?"

"What do you mean, Buddy?" she said.

"Well, your legs feel nice and soft ... Mommy's legs are all whiskery."