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,
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.
