I went into a charming little independent book store with my daughters recently just to browse and think about how many books there are in the world and so little time to read them all.
There is a vibe in a good bookstore that is remarkably romantic and I just love to go in them and soak that up.
Lovely quirky woman behind the cash begins to talk to us.
Suddenly the chair rail behind and above her head,that housed many featured books, somehow threw the largest book off and it fell on her head.
This was a very heavy, glossy coffee table book.
It almost knocked her out.
It was called The BIG book of Penises.
There is nowhere to look when a book by that name and size jumps off a face out wall right in front of you and tries to kill the sales lady- but in it.
So I said, blurring as I do now, the once very separate role of mom and the total me (this is the greatest part of raising good people who are teens -you don’t have to pretend anything) , “I think I need to look at that book”, the three of us now giggling a little, knowing the woman was ok.
She hands it to us and says ” OK, but whatever you do don’t look at page 37″
Ummm. Seriously, there are two kinds of people in the world and I don’t know any of the other ones.
And apparently this trait is genetic but I did ask them, protectively, to step well away when I turned the page
I may never be the same.
OMG.. how funny is that? I can hardly believe there is such a book! I am loving the age where I can share stuff like this with my kids (mini adults).
me too, Allison! Love the open conversations. I am learning so much