Today it was easy. As we meandered through a department store a bra caught my eye. It wasn't just any old bra, it was a bright red, fur-lined, Christmas bra. I just couldn't resist. Something inside me forced me to scamper across the aisle to tug it from the rack and hold it in front of myself. I called to the cubs and asked them what they thought.
Boycub is utterly and completely at the age where anything like this makes him blush and stammer. He's certainly curious about boobies and girls, but he is horrified at the mere thought of his mom being seen in that light. Girlchild is just sprouting a pair of her own and is going through breast denial.
Both glanced over then said "Mom! Put that down!" I smiled innocently and asked them if I should buy it. Instantly they glanced around to make sure nobody was watching our little family interlude. I'm sure if friends had been nearby they'd have wanted to be swallowed up into the floor of the store. I wasn't that mean, I made sure the coast was clear before I began playing with them.
They kept saying I didn't need it. I kept insisting I did. Girlcub pointed out the fact that the furry lining would make any shirt I wore all bumpy and puckered. I blinked and told her this particular bra wasn't meant to be work under anything. Instantly she cringed and insisted that I refrain from giving her any more details.
It was a delightfully wicked tease and I love it! The cubs and I have a great relationship and we are always screwing around with each other's heads. It was just my time to play.
Yet, I left it there on the little hanger and we moved on to shop, shop, shop. Boycub scored with new jeans to remove him from possible geekdom. Girlcub picked up a couple of books. I nabbed a few pairs of new pants, some new shirts, and - of course - new shoes! They rock and make me multiple inches taller.
As for tomorrow, I may go back and get the sassy red bra. Methinks it would be a riot to watch their faces if I wandered out of the bathroom wearing it. Ha! Yes, I am a meanie mom.
Peace