Another Confession Time

About two years ago, DH went shopping. I don't remember where...but it was somewhere that sold books. He bought me a book.

The title: THE over 1000 photographs GOOD SEX how to make love BIBLE.

Now good sex is a good thing when you are married. So I don't really have a problem with the book itself. What I have a problem with is my kids finding it.

I thought I had it in a good hiding spot.

You see, we have this little bookrack thing that is built into the back of our head board. No one can see it. So, "out of sight, out of mind". I totally forgot about it.

The other day while I was working to get my room clean, I come around my bed it is about 4 ft tall and I see Baby Girl take a dive over top of something. The FIRST thing that pops into my mind is that stupid book. But I am praying that it isn't it.

She is bent over covering up whatever it was. I ask her what she has. Usually she gets into DH's candy stash. But she won't sit up or speak. Then I TELL her to sit up and let me see what she has...

She. is. NOT. budging. a. bit.

I pick her up. She is still bent over and holding on for dear life...and keeping her legs tight against herself as well.

Then I see the corner of it.

IT. IS. THE. BOOK.

Oh. my. gosh.

Now I am thinking. Oh no. What do I do now? I can't over react and cause her to have some complex or think that the human body is something to be ashamed of...only mine.

So I put her back on the floor because honestly I don't have the strength to hold her up. I told her very firmly that she has MY book and to give it back. She slowly raises up and slides it over not looking at me at all.

Then she gets up and runs to her room. Great.

I should have had a talk with her. But s'rsly, what can I say to a four year old? I just told her that it was my book and she is not to touch mommy's things.

Then I hid it on the top shelf in my closet.

So today.

Mind you, I don't do lingerie...at least since my last pregnancy...15yrs ago...LOL.
But I splurged and bought myself some pretty panties with a matching pretty bra. A bra that Baby Girl absolutely loves when she sees it.

Today she sees the panties in my clean laundry basket. She picks them up and is swinging them around on her finger and comes over to me and says:

"Mommy, these look like your bra!"

I said, "yes, yes they do."

Then she says, "Well, do you know what this means mommy?!"

Okay...now I am tensing and getting worried...

"No, Baby Girl, what does it mean?"

"This is a bathing suit!"

"Psewwww!"

Dodged a bullet.