Hey, so where you live, do they have a store called American Apparel? Because they have one here and we as a family patronize them from time to time. It's a funny store, all kind of weirdly sexy even though they are selling things like tube socks made in a non-sweat-shop-like enviroment. Hmmm, tube socks. Are they sexy? I should ask somebody because hell if I know.

Anyways, they also have nice cotton shirts for toddlers and long sleeved shirts I can wear at work where I stand in a refrigerator for most of the day. Austin and I went there yesterday to get me a shirt and David some tube socks. (Hey sexy, are those tube socks you're wearing?) Our Little Choogler was very opinionated on the color of clothing he wanted me to pick out. "This one!", he shouted at he pointed at a tragedy in aquamarine. "This one!", he yelled while holding a metalic bikini top. As you can imagine, I was relieved when he decided to go sit down on a couch located at the back of the store near the changing rooms.

I was standing a couple of feet away from him. looking at the toddler t-shirts when I realized he was not just being quiet, he was sitting stock still, staring slack-jawed at the wall. I looked at the wall but could not immediately figure out what the heck could make a previously wiggly and shouty little boy stop wiggling and shouting. Then I realized. My two year old son was staring at a big old picture of a femaie underwear model. SLACK JAWED, people. And just to make it that much more weirdly amusing, HE CRIED when I picked him up so I could go pay.

I don't even know what else to say. I go away to a cheese convention for a couple of days and I come home to find my choogler turned into an ogler. yarg.