I'd like to believe that I raised a couple of fairly normal guys. I mean really, with me as a mom how could they possibly go wrong? OK, scratch that.

My oldest, who is 23, is hopefully learning some great lessons in responsibility since I cut the cord well over a year ago. He's had some bumps along the way, but hubby tells me that he's a normal young adult male. OK, I'll buy that.

My youngest, soon to be 22, had that whole pen cap up the nose incident, but other than that he's a normal (albeit a bit too responsible for his age) guy.

Normal? Hmmm... not so fast...

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I can't recall what exactly made me remember this today, but lucky for him (heh) I did and I'm going to share. A few years back, he used to go swimming in a public pool with his dad. He came home all upset one day, so of course, I had to ask him why.

He was grossed out because he saw a woman in the pool who had hairy arm pits. It get's worse. He was SO grossed out, that he had to immediately get out of the pool and leave. While that's not the prettiest thing to look at, I don't think it's anything to get out of the pool about.

It makes me wonder how he got such a phobia. I've been mentally going through the many pranks I pulled on him as a child and none of them are arm pit related. Frankly, I'm stumped.

Calling Dr. Freud.....

Sidenote: I can't wait to see what this topic does with the google search results... bwa ha ha ha ha