…but I’ve been thankful this week that the builder cannot read…just yet. At least not everything that is in his view.
After our preschool session we ran to the grocery store just before lunch for a few needed items. I was excited to be parked near the entrance and smiled when I saw a car decked-out in “Just Married” excitement. Cans, marshmallow designs on the windows…that the kiddos particularly enjoyed. They are in love with marshmallows these days…
Then I noticed that all over the windshield, driver side and passengerside windows had “SEX” and “finally sex…” and “i love sex…” written all over them.
And I am not exagerating…I was relating the story to my friend Lisa this afternoon, when she asked, “was it a red truck/suv?” Oh, yes it was. She had seen the same abundant declarations.
Well there you have it: I am selfishly grateful the builder is still learning to read. For I wasn’t prepared for the birds and the bees talk yesterday. Or at least for the next several years for that matter!
For what are you selfishly grateful? When do you think it is appropriate to have the “talk”?