as you are aware, we have had fascination with boobies and all that goes with it for a while.
while swimming at our local rec center, benjamin, was delighted to see that the woman with the biggest breasts in the entire rec center and smallest bikini top come into the hot tub where he just happened to be relaxing.
not so much.
“benjamin, don’t stare.” i reminded him.
and bless his heart, he did not, though it was an epic struggle.
i was feeling pretty good about our trip to booby paradise and thought we could leave the rec center having not made anyone uncomfortable and our heads held high, that is, until we were putting on our shoes.
“boobies!” ben said while pointing.
i turned to look and see him pointing at a man, who did have boobies, but probably did not need to have that fact pointed out.
another rec center, another walk of shame.
on a different note, i looked over at emma during church yesterday, to see her reading her book about lizards and their mating rituals.
it was the most enlightening moment i had in church.