Follow the Bouncing Ball...
Once again, a story that I think the men will laugh at, I may gather a cyber collective *gasp* from the women... and my Mom might get kinda pissed. Just a little... although she may laugh and *gasp*.
Background: Keep in mind my Son is 9 and really just is NOT noticing anything. Also, remember that his mother is a small breasted woman. When I go running if I wear a good tight sports bra, I look like a boy. There is no 'bouncing'.
We were eating dinner after going to see the Sponge Bob movie. The topic of David Hasselhoff came up and Son#1 wanted to know who he was. So my husband explained that he was in a show called Knight Rider and then went on to be in a show called Baywatch where he played a life guard with a bunch of bikini clad women life guards who ran around on the beach. The following is the ensuing conversation:
Son#1: Sounds like a stupid show.
Husband: Maybe, but some men thought it brilliant.
Son#1: Why?
Husband: All the women in their bathing suits running on the beach. Their breasts were bouncing and some men like to watch that.
Son#1: (short thoughtful pause) Maybe they were attached by strings making them bounce up and down.
Silence at the table as my husband and I look at him.
Me: Yeeeaaaaah. That would do it.
I wasn't about to explain that to him... not anymore than I was about to explain that humans don't always do it like Donkeys.
posted by Bou | 9:42 PM
5 Comments:
David... just post! I read your profile. You look like you've got a helluva a lot going on in your life. Let me know when you're up and running...
You mean strings are not what makes them bounce? I thought it was since they had those pointy things to hook on to.
Tell Son #1 that special effects technology has improved greatly since the 90's, and these days you can't see the strings anymore :-)
Guess I need to get some string and bring it with me the next time I come to visit you and the boys. GRIN. That is way too funny.
LOL! We are starting to have those conversations at the dinner table in my house, too with our 6 yoa son. Cracks me up the things they think of.
~L.
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