Before I write this I should preface:
When this happened and I'd stopped rolling around laughing, and my breathing returned to normal, The Princess said, "Mom. Do not put that on your blog."
I was silent.
"Mom. Do not put that on your blog."
Hmmm...
"Mom?"
Yeah.
"Do not put that on your blog."
Uh-huh.
"Mom? Are you going to..."
Fine, fine fine.
And then I came upstairs and put it on my blog.
The Princess and I were spending some real quality time together chatting it up and flipping through junk catalogs when suddenly,
"Mom!!" she gasped and handed me the magazine.
I took it from her in my left hand, my thumb covering the lower left of the page.
Whoa! I laughed. You're right! Who wears those? (Hopefully not the blog readers I just offended.)
Can't quite tell what they are? They are mens imitation denim jammie pants, with pretend rips.
They are very faux.
But none of that actually bothered her.
Neither did the fact that these beauties are just for men.
"No mom. Move your thumb. Look."
So I did,
Oh ho ho. My my my.
She looked at me.
Ummmmmm....Why lookey there. Are those false boxers sewn into the top? Indeed they are.
"Mom. That's not exactly . . . modest."
Yeah. I guess you're right. It's not exactly . . . modest.
"Why isn't he wearing a shirt?"
That's the only way he can pull off those pants?
She dead panned me.
OK, maybe he's not wearing a shirt because he likes it that way.
She looked back at the picture and replied, "And maybe he's not wearing a shirt because his wife likes it that way."
And then I started rolling on the floor with laughter...
"Mom? Do not put that on your blog."
I was silent.