Beauty is Ab Deep

My son is not yet three and he already (apparently) has an idea about what he finds attractive in a woman.

Yesterday we were lying on the bed watching Scooby Doo and a commercial for the Ab Lounge came on. A close up of a woman's sweaty, hardbody midsection elicited from him an "oh, that's good."

The next scene showed the woman flopping around in this lawn chair looking contraption that promises to give one the same kind of sweaty, hardbody midsection.

My son looked at me very sincerely, patted my arm softly and said, "You need to get you one of those, Mommy."

Dr. Spock, the childhood developmental specialist, is either a filthy liar or a plain fool. He claims my son will idolize me for a few more years to come, but obviously he has me confused with an athletic looking woman flopping around on a lawn chair thingy that I can get for three easy payments of $44.95 each.

Truth is a bitter pill to swallow.