playmate of the year

my kids love beautiful people. they stare incessantly, almost uncomfortably, when they see someone exotic or beautiful. wait, i take that back; they just stare in general; drop-dead gorgeous, drop-dead-cause-you're-ugly. it doesn't even really matter.

yesterday i was at target & up ahead of us there was a girl standing in line; long, bleach-blonde hair, heavy make-up, tiny body, boobs the size of texas and california. oh hell, boobs the size of the united states, hawaii & alaska included. she was cute. total playmate wanna-be. as soon as i saw this girl i watched scarlett to see what she would do.

sure enough, like a fly on poop, she spotted her right away and did not let this girl out of her sight. sensing i was about to say something about her lack of proper manners, scarlett spoke first saying, mostly to herself but out loud & slowly, "wait. i think... yeah... i know that girl" (as though she were giving herself an excuse to stare). snickering at the fact that she is 5 and this girl was probably in her twenties, i quickly shot her down and said, "no you don't. where would you know her from?"

then i'm thinking, is your dad taking you to clubs again?

(*i would like to say, in my defense, that i teach my children that beauty is on the inside & that it doesn't matter what a person looks like, everyone is unique. and that that's just something ugly people say. just kidding. but no matter how many times i express this to them, they just can't help their fascination. kids are intrigued by people. and it's ok. no one ever died from being stared at too much.)