It was a Valentine’s Day long ago, seven years to be exact. I happened to find myself at the mall shopping for new foundation garments. Pushing the 3-year-old Very Little Princess in a stroller, I made my way into Victoria’s Secret. It was chock-a-block with harried looking male customers who, given that the hour was approaching 5 p.m., had clearly left their Valentine’s shopping to the last minute.
After choosing some new underpinnings, we lined up to pay for our selections. Very Little Princess began looking around. We had been shopping in the garden variety cotton undies section of the store, but the items displayed near the cash register were somewhat more, shall we say, exotic.
Very Little Princess caught sight of a brassiere that intrigued her.
At the top of her lungs she cried, “Mommy, look at those bee-yoo-tee-ful BREASTS!!!”
The already uncomfortable men standing in line looked studiously away from us.
Happy Valentine’s Day!!