Just another way in which I may have scarred my child for life...
No worries, I'll help him cover his therapy bills as an adult.
This happened a few weeks ago.
I took the kids to a street performer festival that featured different types of performances throughout the night. According to the schedule the fire dancers would be performing directly following the belly dancers so we grabbed front row spots just before the belly dancers began.
As the belly dancers emerged my face drained of color.
Let me begin by saying that I am NOT a prudely, conservative and/or modest person!
Even with my liberal outlook on life I was acutely aware of how much bare skin the dancers were "wearing"(?) in front of my 13 year old son. The dancers were beautiful, the dancing was superb and the boobs...let's just say they were VERY gratuitous...and me, being the great mom I am, had inadvertantly given my teenage son VIP seating for the boob show.
I was very worried...it seemed that with every forward shimmy the dancers "girls" came closer and closer to tumbling out. ACCCK!
I could feel the tension between my son and I. I was trying to pretend that blimp sized boobs were NOT surrounding us and he was trying his best not to look at them. I was trying my best not to think about the fact that he was trying (probably unsuccessfully) to look at them.
Desperate times call for desperate actions. The ONLY way I was going to get through this was to call his attention to something so hideous I was SURE he wouldn't be thinking of boobs...so I did what any mother would do...
I turned to him and smiled real big and said...
"Remember when I took belly dance lessons a few years ago?"
He looked horrified. Mission Accomplished.
