Boys Will Be Boys
We have explained to the boys that wanting to look at boobs is a perfectly natural thing. We understand that. And really, we have tried to be very matter of fact about nudity. Boobs are not bad, or dirty, nor is looking at them.
But it's all the other stuff they could stumble onto that worries us. There is some scary stuff on the internet, stuff they they can't yet understand, and don't yet need to see.
But still they look. It's like Pandora's box, I suppose.
The ball team has been on a losing streak, which we finally managed to break this evening. The coach promised the boys a trip to Hooters if they won.
Well, yannow. Incentive is incentive. And when you're fourteen, very little inspires like Hooters.
So we went. I have no problem with it. I know, objectifying women and all that. It should bother me. But it doesn't.
Diminutive One had never been to Hooters before. He was...impressed, with the erm....decor.
At one point, Husband asked him what he thought. His reply?
"WOW. This is better than the internet."