We took the girls to a wonderful farm Sunday just a short drive from our neighborhood that bustles each fall with all the area suburbanites hauling their families out in droves in the family SUV seeking farm fresh air, a hayride, maybe a close encounter with a goat, an honest to goodness corn field maze (our first!), and of course, the great pumpkin.
We forked over our cash at the entrance to the activities area
money pit and I could not believe I had remembered to bring our digital camera but forgot the memory stick as we headed toward a cage with two adorable brown bunnies. There admiring the bunnies was a couple with their son. The mom was snapping away with her digital camera and bending down to capture the photographic memories as her child oooohed and aaaaahed over the bunnies. The hubby and I immediately both noticed her, uh, butt. I’m really surprised that Caitlin, in all of her 4-year-old matter of factness did not declare “Mommy, her butt is showing! Look at her silly butt!,” but thankfully she was too distracted by the bunnies. The mom also had one of those ornate tatoos on the small of her back that screams “I DARE YOU TO NOT LOOK AT MY BUTT.” She was either oblivious to the fact that a very significant portion of her booty was exposed to the world while she photographed her son, or she knew and just didn’t care because there were photos to be made, plumber’s crack be damned.