Above is a photo of Stella before her first piano recital a few weeks ago. She was extremely nervous, but nailed it.
So tonight on the way into the neighborhood I noticed a house was getting a new driveway and I really noticed a man without a shirt smoking a cigarette in the back of a work pick-up truck in front of that house. I wondered what would come next...but never imagined this:
Stella: That man sure was showing his business.
Stella: He was showing us his business.
Me: What do you mean?
Stella: His boobies.
Me: Oh. Well, a man's boobies aren't actually a private area. Not like women.
Stella (shocked): WHAT?!?
Me: Seriously. You know this. Daddy can go outside without a shirt.
Stella: Well I'm going to tell him not too.
Me: Ok, but it's alright if he does. He doesn't wear a shirt to swim lessons. It's just different.
Stella: I don't get it. And what about Henry?
Me: What about him?
Stella: He doesn't just let his penis hang out all over.
Me: No, he doesn't. That is a private area.
Stella: Mom, men just don't make sense.