Hope you see some fireworks (in real life or in your mind)!
Just so you know, the Hubs said I shouldn’t blog about this, so Hello! You’d think he’d have learned by now….
This post is brought to you by Facebook and its new
anti-privacy rules, because it was a friend of a friend who I have never heard of who posted this photo and my friend, a guy I actually do know, “liked” it.
Which apparently means the whole world gets to see it now, in case you
just got out of that coma don’t know Facebook is raping you daily, right now.
Okay, focus, readers. Are ya with me? I posted this because I want to ask if you think it
was would be outrageoushorrendousdisgusting of me to show this photo to my eight-year-old daughter?
Purely, a hypothetical question, Mrs. Child Protective Services, for the purposes of discussion.
I mean, if I did, I wonder if my child would guess right away what she was looking at
or needed a hint from me.
I wonder if she’d then drop her
jaw first, and then with a twinkle in her eye, her own drawers to show me hers as comparison to the frosted ones.
I also wonder if young girls should possess a relaxed, secure knowledge of their amazing, delicious
Purely hypothetical, ya’ll. Don’t go get your panties in a–oh, never mind.
What do you think? Would you show a daughter and not a son? Is age a factor?