Was babysitting this evening and when we got home I went to change into pj bottoms. My very curious almost-4-year-old roommate popped in and asked me very innocently, “What’s wrong with your butt?”
I asked, “What? I don’t think there’s anything on it.”
“Why is it so big?”
Easy answer, “everybody is different” and such. I was amused.
Among the group at the library’s pajama story hour tonight was an extremely hot dad. I spent the time lecherously texting about him and his sexy lumberjack vibe, but of course he was accompanied by a woman, presumably hot mom, and they seemed to be an obnoxiously secure family unit.
Every day can’t be a winner.