Jacob came tearing through the door after school yesterday with a huge grin on his face.
Jacob: "Mom! I got me a hot girl!"
Me: *blank stare, cricket chirping* "Say-a what who now?"
Jacob: "I got me a hot girl!"
Me: "A hot girl?"
Jacob: "Ya! Look I'll show you!"
I gingerly perch on the edge of the couch next to him, as though I was preparing to leap away from a fire.
I wasn't entirely sure what to expect here. He'll be six years old next month.
He reached into his backpack and pulled out a magazine. *gasp*
Relief came flooding when I read the title, "Parks and Recreation".
But relief was brief as I started wondering what "hot girl" he had found in the magazine.
I started biting my nails. Finally he found the page he was looking for and pointed to the picture.
Jacob: "See? A hot girl!"
I finally breathed.
Then laughed. Probably more than was necessary.
Oh blessed innocence.
Apparently shooting a bow makes you "hot". What you look like is totally irrelevant.
I suspect he's really going to like "Hunger Games" some day.