Arm Pockets

Troy: “Dada, can I have some more food?”
Me: “What happened to the food I already gave you?”
Troy [giggling]: “I ate it!”
Me: “There’s no way that you ate your food that fast. Where did you put it? Is it under your napkin?”
Troy: “No!”
Me: “On the floor?”
Troy: “No, it’s in my stomach!”
Me: “I don’t believe you. Let me see.”
Troy: “I can’t show you the inside of my stomach.”
Me [poking him in the stomach]: “Let me feel it then.”
Troy [squirming and laughing]: “Stop poking me!”
Me: “I don’t feel anything. Are you sure you don’t have it hidden somewhere else? How about in your arm pockets?”
Troy [laughing uncontrollably]: “Those aren’t arm pockets! They’re my armpits!”
Me [tickling his armpits]: “Of course they’re arm pockets. Look at all the space you have in here just going to waste! You could hold so many things in here.”
Troy: “No, I can’t! It would fall out!”
Me: “Let’s try it. I’m going to get an orange.”
Troy [running off]: “Noooo! Mama! Dada is trying to stick an orange in my armpit!”
My Wife: “Why on earth would he be doing that?”
Troy: “He says it’s an arm pocket!”
My Wife: “That’s just silly.”