Just about everyday, Henry and I go out to get the mail together after he wakes up from his nap. We run (read: he runs, I chase him) down the driveway, into the street, and to the mailbox. Once we open it and get the goods out, we go through it together. Lots of things are just "trash." We take those to the garbage can on our way back inside. We call all envelopes (i.e. bills) "daddy mail"...ha. And, then there are the catalogs. Some of these are "trash" and others demand a quick browse.
We sit on the driveway to sort and browse. Henry in my lap. Can you picture us??
Okay, so the other day, we got a boatload of Mother's Day catalogs. Treasure trove! Lots to browse. As we were perusing the Kohl's catalog, Henry spots a lady donning only her underthings - a cute matchy bra and panty set, if you must know.
For a moment I contemplate all the pop-culture musings on modesty, propriety, and oversexualization of kiddos at a young age. He breaks this dumb train of thought in typical, hilarious fashion.
He says to me, "Mommy...lady?" Me: "Yes Henry, there's a lady." Him: "Pretty...pretty lady, mommy." Me: "Yeah, buddy, she IS pretty." Him: "Lady go to pool??"Me: *sigh* "Yep, she sure is going to the pool!"
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