I was eating breakfast with a magazine spread before me. This time, it was the new slick that the Wall Street Journal bundles with its paper. I’m looking at this story, somehow involving a woman and an exercise bike. I forget anything beyond that.
“What is she doing?” my three-year-old asks.
“She’s riding an exercise bike,” I reply.
“I think she’s in bed,” he says.
“Uh huh,” I respond in that recognition that he’s being imaginative and contrarian as three-year-olds are when they’re not sleeping and sometimes when they’re eating.
Then I glanced at the left hand page.
(UPDATE: John wants a NSFW label on this post. I initially didn’t put one on it because it was SFWSJ. However, in hope of getting more traffic, here it is: Potentially NSFW. That made you click the Read More link even faster, didn’t it?)
“I guess you’re right, she is in bed,” I say.
“What is she doing?” the boy asks.
“She’s sleeping on high quality bedding,” I say.
“She doesn’t have any clothes on,” the boy says. “She’s in the air.”
“She shouldn’t be bouncing on the bed like that,” I impart the important lesson and turn the page.