sorry, men, it's not that kind of post.
last week, while i was helping abby with the kids, olivia came into the bathroom as i was, um, going. (olivia often does this. olivia is very curious about all things potty, including whether or not i have a penis. practically every single time i go to the bathroom, olivia wants to know if i have a penis. i always tell her no (refraining from saying, "thank God!) and she, in reply, always says, "you have a 'gina?" and i always reassure her that, yes, my girl parts are still there.)
freud would love olivia.
anyway, olivia came into the bathroom just as i was zipping up my jeans and she noticed that my underwear were white. plain white.
this just wouldn't do.
olivia's underwear have ballerinas on them (brings a touch of class to the whole subject) and butterflies on them and hearts and stars and dora the explorer. personally, i think there should be a limit to what dora tries to explore.
anyway.......
so, olivia comes into the bathroom just as i am zipping up my jeans and she notices that my underwear are white and she asks me, simply, "why?"
"well," i said, "i guess i don't know. most of my underwear is white."
"i have ballerinas on my underwear," she boasted.
"i know you do, sweetie. and i love your underwear. but grammy just wears plain old white underwear."
you should have seen her face. it was some kind of combination of sadness and bewilderment. not to mention a boatload of disapproval.
"well, gram," she said, "you wanna wear some of my underwear?" she offered.
"oh, liv, that's very nice of you, sweetie......but i don't think your underwear would fit gram."
she eyed my bum and said,
"no. i guess you're right."
anyway......today i am helping out with the kids again and i am wearing an old pair of pink and blue flowered panties that i found in the back of my drawer, so i think olivia will approve.
now. if she'll just please not ask me that penis question.
