For my birthday dinner, we ended up at Buca di Beppo.
We lucked out and ended up with a table that had panoramic views of nudity--cherubs with dimpled butts, Michelangelo's nudes, a photo of a buxom woman standing next to a topless statue of a buxom woman. The kids laughed and pointed all evening long. At one point I tried to make them stop pointing, but then they appeared to be staring and laughing uproariously at the bewildered tables around us, so I went back to letting them point and shriek about Cupid's butt.
little kid pointed at this guy and said, "I can tell that photo is old fashioned, from a long time ago."
"He's doing the Moonwalk!"
I laughed. "He's not doing the Moonwalk!"
"Then maybe it's the Robot?"
"No! He's not dancing, he's leaning on a rail."
"No, he's not."
"little kid, I grew up during that time--I know the Moonwalk and the Robot, he is not doing either."
"Well, I know leaning on rails and I haven't seen anyone lean on a rail like that."
"I'm pretty sure he's doing the Robot."
Reminds me of when I went on a field trip with 5th graders to a museum full of nude paintings. One of the kids counted over 100 lol.
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