When Cael is on the potty he likes to read. Since the newspaper is a bit beyond him at this point, we usually prefer
Everyone Poops (Thanks, Uncle Chris!) since it is the most relevant to the subject at hand. Sometimes, though, he's in the mood for a little variety. The only variety we have on the back of the toilet is a collection of
Vanity Fair magazines. We flip through it looking at the pictures and call it "reading about models."
I point out things and he points out things. "How many shoes do you see on this page?" And, "Doesn't she have crazy hair?" He likes it when there are horses or lions or bright red lips - things that jump out at him and that he can easily put a name too. Luckily,
Vanity Fair models spend a lot of time lounging with wildlife.
We were "reading about models" this evening and we were on a watch counting spree. We were up to seven when I flipped the page and came across a lingerie ad. It was a two page black and white spread of a woman in a modest black bra. I thought I flipped past it fast enough, but apparently he still got a good look. I tried to show him the horse in the next ad but he was having none of it.
Cael: [Trying to flip the page back.] Boobs, Mama. See boobs.
Allie: This guy is an equestrian. An equestrian is someone who rides horses.
Cael: [Still trying.] Boobs, Mama! See boobs!
Allie: [Flips the page back quickly.] Yup. Boobs. Women have boobs. [Flips the page again.] And this is an equestrian!
Cael: Boobs!
It's possible I didn't fully think through the
Vanity Fair thing before making that a habit. Whoops.
