It's All About the Bosoms

This actual conversation with Thing 1 (7 years old) and Thing 2 (5 years old) took place tonight at a well-known lingerie store. To be more specific, it took place in a very long customer check-out line at said well-known lingerie store. A line made up of other customers. As in people. Who could witness this.

I take full blame for this conversation, by the way. I know my kids. I knew where this could lead.

To set the stage, on top of a table of drawers stood a mannequin, one that had “typical” female proportions but which sported a bra with very large cups.

Me (pointing out the bra-wearing mannequin to Thing 2):  Check that out. What do you think?

Thing 2:  That’s pretty, Mommy.

Me:  You’d need pretty big bosoms to fill out a bra like that.

Thing 2:  Yep. So, hey, when will I get my big bosoms?

Me:  Never.

Thing 2:  What? Why?

Me:  Just look at mine, baby girl. I’m sorry, it’s unlikely you’ll ever get big bosoms. Only little ones. Genetics is a pisser, isn’t it?

Thing 2:  So when will I get my little bosoms?

Me:  Not for a while. Probably not until you’re around thirteen.

Thing 2:  Hey!  Why won’t you let me get them right now?

Me:  Because I’m your mom, and I say so.

At this point, I noticed Thing 1 – who is a boy – feeling up some ultra-padded push-up bras that lay in a middle drawer.

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Or ask Thing 1 about it. He probably felt one up just like it. 

Me:   Hey, hey, hey, quit feeling those up, kiddo.

Thing 1:  Quit doing what?

Me:  Just… put the bra down, please.

Thing 1:  What’s a bra?

Me:  That thing you’re holding. And all those other things in the drawers. Please stop touching them.

Thing 1:  But I like them. May I have one?

Me:  No, honey. Those aren’t for you. Unless there’s something you want to tell me. I won’t judge.

At this point, Things 1 and 2 started to discuss between themselves the various garments and their potential purposes. According to them, a garter belt hanging about 10 feet away was a short skirt. A sheer babydoll nightie was a dress for a little girl (Thing 2: “I really want one of these for my birthday, Mommy.”).

I would write that I’ve learned my lesson, and that from now on I won’t take them back to this store with me. However, that would be a lie. I’m taking them there with me from now on. Every time. Even when I don’t plan to buy anything.