Today we turned on the TV to find men's ice skating on. Having never seen it before really, the kids were enthralled for a couple minutes, silently watching a young man in black spandex dance and swirl around on the ice.
Suddenly, eyes glued to the screen, Lillian says,
"I like dose bum-bums, Mom."
Me, trying not to laugh too hard yet, "Huh?? What did you say, Lillian?"
She just smiled matter-of-factly, pointed at the screen and said, "I'm looking at his bum-bum."
Trying not to roll onto the floor busting a gut, I attempt to play it cool, and hope inwardly and furtively that this appreciation of men's "bum-bums" ends here. Man, do I love what our funny kids have to say!
Be warned: even two-year-olds find Spandex riveting; I can't look away myself, but it's more out of horror. I never can understand what spandex-wearing men must be thinking! To have that kind of confidence must be very, um, freeing. Maybe too much so.