A thong experience

The day after Christmas we go shopping. I do this why? Because my husband has the female shopping gene and insisted that I accompany him. So like the dutiful wife, I go. OMGosh, and it's WalMart of ALL places. That place is hell on earth under fluorescent lights. UGH!

We find a place to park, in the next county and hoof it in. (I must love this guy OR I'm an idiot!) He heads to the sporting section with the kids in tow and I'm left to browse around. I found a few things of interest, yay for me. He calls for my 10/20, I give him some landmarks to follow and ta-dah, there they are. I'm ready to GO. He however, wants to go look at the wallets. Man. OK. I'll meet you right back here I tell him. Fine. He had Mina in the cart and Michael ended up with me. We were in the women's department, so I thought I'd look at the bras. I actually bought a couple. Michael is standing behind me and says, "Mommy, look you have THESE!" as he holds up a lovely pair of thong panties. Just then, a woman clearly a bit my senior walks near by to hear his declaration. Not only that, he goes on to ask, "Hey Mom, what is the string for?" Please!! The woman passes with a huge smile and begins talking to her friend, in MY direction. Mean while, I'm still on my explanation of the string. "It's the back of the panties" I tell him. Well, THAT is all I had to say. "WHAAAAAT?" is the very next word out of his mouth and it couldn't have been any louder.

I quietly tell him to put them down, that he won't have any interest in them until he's much older. He goes on to ask if Daddy likes them. My word. In order to stop the madness, I told him it was none of his business. (btw, Daddy loves them) And this I know is just the beginning.


"A lady is one who never shows her underwear unintentionally."

-Lillian Day