This morning when Antonio woke up he scurried into our bathroom where The Man was getting ready for the day.
He grabbed his dad's deodorant and said, "My armpits smell like garbage, I need this."

He had a wild night of playing with a bunch of kids and went to bed without a bath.

Over breakfast, The Man brought it up for conversation.
I asked Antonio if he thought he should have his own deodorant, and he said, with that shy cool guy look on his face "Yeah"
then added, "Sometimes I wake up and my armpits smell like tacos."