"Mom, I can see your pubes."

it's 745 in the a.m. and i'm trying to give the Sun a lecture about why it is that time doesn't stop just because he chooses to get off the "getting ready" train, and all he has to say at the end of my rant is:

"Mom - I can see your pubes."

This is a re-creation of how i was dressed, sans the leggins and add a pair of granny panties.

and before you go getting all judge judy on me about what i choose to wear around the child, know this: I WAS SHOWING LESS THAN A BIKINI BOTTOM OR MODERN DAY RUNNING SHORT.  it's just that, well, when i am dating myself, things in that area can get a little...ever so slightly...overgrown.

so sue me.

anyway, i ran out of the room in horror, made a mental note that I need to cover up in ways I had not needed to before, and I plan on never having this conversation again.