Fabulous Foto Friday: G-Rated Animal Crackers? Not.

Huh. And I always assumed animal crackers were somehow G-rated. My mistake.

Imagine my surprise when my brood fished THIS seedy gem out of the bag. Of course, I was speechless and entirely panic-stricken over the possibility that one or both of my charges might start asking questions like, "What are they doing, Mommy?" "Is the horsie biting the bear's rear end or just climbing on it?"

All I could think was, "Why, oh why, doesn't this stuff happen on your father's watch?! Like the infamous penis discussion in the bath tub ("What's a penis, Mom? Is that like a winker?")?! Or the query regarding 'that dangly thing' under the bull?! Or their insatiable curiosity involving vasectomies and whatnot ("Are they taking Daddy's brain out?")?! Or the tactless commentary revolving around people's weight (mine, his, complete strangers' in the produce aisle)?!" Nothing, it seems, is off-limits in their arsenal of unanswerables these days. Especially when it comes to those directed my way. Grrrr.

As for the bizarre-looking animal crackers...I shall seize the sordid prize and promise my little ladies that Daddy will be more than happy to answer their questions when he gets home, 'cause Daddy just loooooves fielding that which Mommy is sick of fielding 24/7.

You're welcome, Hon.

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