Imagine here the photo of a bra. Not surprisingly, I was unsuccessful in my attempt to find a picture of a bra, alone, without the sexy model. This post is about bras only, not the busty women wearing them. That said, I guess I could have taken a picture of my own bra, but thought better of it. Besides, it’s probably too small to show up on film.
Onto the point of this post…
Miss Sadie innocently posed the following question: Mom, what are those things for that people wear on these things (pointing to her chest)?
Me: Oh, you mean a bra?
Sadie: Yes.
Me: Well, some girls have really big… um… things and need a bra so that their back doesn’t hurt.
Sadie: Oh. Then why does Savannah wear one?
In order to save Savannah any embarrasment, I won’t post my answer to that question. But really it was the next question that got me.
Sadie: Then why do you wear one?
What do I say to that? Let’s see, how about:
- “peer pressure!” or
- “to make my…um…things look bigger because obviously I need all the help I can get.” or
- as my mother-in-law once so eloquently said, ” ‘Once you hit 40, you just roll ’em up and tuck ’em in.’ And you have to have a place to tuck ’em into.”
But I thought better of it so I just said,
“I don’t know, honey.” (But thanks for asking!)
Sometimes Jeff plays Pictionary Junior with Sadie. They don’t play it the real way. Instead, Jeff usually tells her what to draw and she makes her best three-year-old attempt. Some of her drawings are very cute, but my favorite part is what she calls the game. “Daddy, will you play Pictionary Junior Mint with me?” So cute!