I received this text from my husband tonight while he was out at the grocery store with Zane. It read:
Dad, what's a boob job? As he read the cover of Star Magazine.
I'm so proud!
Zane is reading sooooooo well!
And so . . . loudly.
This is a kid who can't read silently to himself yet. Or think silently. Or even whisper, as evidenced by his disgruntled exclamation of, "Oh come on! Hello! People need their tickets!" in response to the kissing scene in the ticket booth at the end of "We Bought a Zoo."
Who knew that an innocent post-game run to Giant Eagle to surprise our daughter with some ice cream (it was an AWESOME game, and I cheered wildly!) would result in the second surprise of having to explain a boob job to our son?
My husband didn't do it - explain a boob job.
No. Instead, as any good 21st century parent does, he made sure to text me so we could both share this beautiful moment, and then promptly told our "I-will-be-7-in-only-4-days" son (he's also good at math), that he didn't need to know what a boob job was and to please stop reading the covers of the magazines.
Check-out lines have hazards of all kinds. The majority of those are covered in chocolate, red-dye #4586, or are of the cured meaty stick variety.
Zane usually prefers hanging at the Eagles Nest while I shop. So standing in a check-out line, surrounded by so many dazzling impulse products to look at, touch, purchase, or READ, is foreign to him.
As are boob jobs.
And to quote someone, (as I have no idea who actually first coined this phrase), "We're not going there."
Any funny reading stories to share? I can NOT be the only one . . .
Joline Pinto Atkins is an actress who also uses the web as her world-wide stage and can also be founding writing at The Cuppa Jo, Fit With Jo, and is a contributor at Daily Fast Fuel. Joline is wife to one (phew - that's good to know) and mother of two amazing children, aged 10 and 6, who are both named after authors. Addicted to fitness, she sweats out any daily angst by running (not with sharp objects) and P90X'ing, and longs for good books, vats of coffee, and an endless supply of buffalo wings - which she will not share with you. So, please, do not ask.