He decides his are softer, but mine? They are like rainbows.
Somehow I know he is grinning.
Lexi hands me a pamphlet, outlining the upcoming Talk about Puberty. Her crinkled nose tells me all I need to know.
When I try to explain that not every kid has this information, she trails off, trying to imagine a world where mothers don't initiate awkward conversations, utter embarrassing words.
Not that she'll ever know.