So I'm walking through Target with my eldest child, Prima, searching for inexpensive-yet-cutting-edge, high style doo-dads with which to adorn my home and complete my happiness, when we wander into the Unmentionables Department.
I haven't bought any unmentionables in a while, and some of the unmentionables I do own are looking a bit tattered around the edges after being stretched to capacity during my 9 months up the pregnancy hill...mountain...and even now that my bottom unmentionables are heaving sighs of relief as I near my pre-pregnancy weight (that's "near", not "attain"), my upper unmentionables are still looking a bit shocked and awed at being asked to contain the twin milkjugs that now adorn my chest.
In other words, I'm busting out my bras.
So, while wandering through Target, I thought I'd take a look at what they had to offer in the way of upper unmentionables, and maybe - what the heck - how about one in a festive color and maybe with a girlish wink and come-hither to make me feel a little less "mother of three "-ish and a little more "wowzie wowzie woo woo!"
And I'm looking at a teal number with a bit of lace and a lot of oomph and I hear Prima next to me giving what I think is the "could you hurry up here so we can get to the Barbie aisle" sigh.
"Just one second. I'm just going to quick pick out a bra."
"Don't you like this one?"
A thoughtful look.
"Well" she says, "I like the color."
"It's pretty, isn't it?"
"Yeah...but you don't need one that fancy. It's not like anyone is going to see it."
"Well...uh...even if no one see it, I'll know that it's on, right?"
"I guess. But no one else will see it."
"Well...it's like your SpongeBob undershirt. You like wearing that undershirt because SpongeBob is on it, right?"
"And no one else sees the SpongeBob undershirt, but you still like wearing it."
"So, it's like that. Like SpongeBob."
"Okay...but then you should buy a yellow bra."
And let me tell you, do I ever feel sexy in my new SpongeBob bra.