What Not to Wear

Shopping at Target this week with The Boys and St. Joel, I decided to pick up a new bra.  Grab one off the rack, throw it in the cart.  Simple enough.  Who was I kidding?

Number 3 (of course) begins examining, aka touching, the cups of every single bra, making suggestions loudly as he went.  "How about leopard, Mommy?"  "You really need a white bra!"  "This one has big beepers."

I grab the next one I see, throw it in the cart and move on.

Yesterday, I was getting dressed in the privacy of my own closet and in waltzed My Personal Lingerie Expert.  "That bra looks awful on you.  You need the white one, Mommy."

Another day, another story,
Em