This was the conversation from the boys coming home from school today. S: Is Aunt Mary a spy? J: Why do you think she's a spy? S: She wears black ALL the time. J: No she doesn't, sometimes she wears purple. Mama, what are those boots she wears? Me: Uggs. J: Yeah, I don't like them. S: She does too wear all black. She ALWAYS wears black sweatpants. J: Sweatpants? S: Yeah, she ALWAYS wears black sweatpants. And she has a tatoo on her foot. J: Mama, do you know anybody with a tatoo? Me: Yes, I know lots of people with tatoos. And, I hope you boys will never get a tatoo. And don't date anyone with one. J: "C" wants to get a cross on her arm. S: So you can't date her. Me: Well, since she is nine, I think she has some time to think about it. And, since you are nine, I don't think you need to concern yourself about whom to date for quite a while. J: Mama, what's sex? Me: (Sweat appearing on my brow) Why are you asking? J: I want to know. S: It's when girls wiggle their butts around. Me: (inside thinking-- Yikes, where's is this going? Where is a police car or dog or anything to use as distraction?!) J: That's not it! I'm not sure I'm going to do it. Me: So, we are having chicken enchiladas for dinner! Won't that be good?! J: Are you going to tell me? Me: So, um, how was your science test? Do you feel you were prepared? Wow, how about those Brewers?!
Today I was openly mocked about what I was wearing by two thirty-something moms at Target. They pointed and laughed. I thought I looked quite spiffy in my cashmere sweater, white starched shirt, Lilly patchwork pants and loafers. And, of course, pearls. It took all my willpower not to yell, "Nice yoga pants. How's that work out going with your Starbucks?!" I realize I stand out in this neck of the woods............. but I wouldn't have it any other way.