So, here I was today at the Yes, We Can! preschool (yeah, not really its name, but that’s a good name for it anyway). I was talking to a couple of the other moms and one of them pulls down the waistband of her two-year-old daughter’s shorts a fraction.
“Look!” says Mom1.
“Oooohhhhh!” says Mom2.
WTH? thinks Dad1 (um, me).
Um, oh! I get it now! thinks Me some indeterminate number of seconds later.
“Oh! How about that!” says Me out loud with some combination of genuine and feigned interest, the exact ratio of which I’ll leave up to the philosophers.
We proceeded to have an intelligent conversation about Dora underwear and potty-training achievements.
I’m not making this up.
Excuse me while I run to the store to buy something with camo on it. I think there’s a 24-hour Army Surplus down the road somewhere.