As I dragged my children to the Bay for the search for the perfect father’s day gift. We began to pass the lingerie department filled with lacy frills and pink panties. My youngest son got that special glint in his eye and piped up, “Hey Robert! Do you need pink booby covers and panties?”
My oldest face turned scarlet red and exclaimed, “No! I don’t need pink booby covers! “
My youngest retorted, ” You were just singing Barbie girl and if you sing that you need pink booby covers!”
“You are so going to get it!”
My oldest then attempted to pummel Alex in the middle of the department store. I glanced over my shoulder and noticed three blue haired ladies staring at us unamused by the impropriety of my children. I wanted to run and hide! But instead being the dilligent parent that I am…I broke up the brawl with one vocal threat of no treats for the rest of the afternoon.
I then sternly corrected them, “The proper term is not booby covers. It is bra!”
I then walked ten feet ahead of pretending they were not my children. Ahhh! The silent joys of motherhood!