Sunday afternoon found me doubled over in the front seat, snickering as I frantically typed notes about the conversation in our car. I mean, really…sometimes there are simply no words.
Bear: Mom, there’s Adam & Eve, that’s like Jack & Jill, right? (Jack & Jill is a local children’s consignment store.)
Me: No, Adam & Eve isn’t a kids’ consignment store, honey. It’s very different.
Bear: Then what do they sell?
(Pregnant pause as BS & I silently throw this grenade back and forth.)
Bear: What’s that?
BrightSide: Women’s underwear.
(Confused silence from back seat.)
Me: Fancy underwear.
Bear: But then why is it called Adam AND Eve?
Bear: Oh. Never mind.