Making Me Blush

The kids and I went to the playground in the next village over while A. was busy doing something else. Just after we arrived, a truck pulled up with a teenage girl and her mother, who started setting up for a party. They busily moved tables about, blew up balloons, and pulled out a HUGE pinata in the shape of a pink cowboy boot.

The children were enjoying watching the party preparations. I assumed the two were setting up for the girl's birthday party.

Then they hung up a big box on which was written quite clearly, "We're here for the sex."

Oh, really? Because I'm not, and my children certainly aren't.

I quickly re-directed the children to the other part of the playground, where my two literate kids wouldn't be able to read the sign. I could not imagine why such a thing was on display at what I thought was a teenager's birthday party.

When A. arrived, he suggested that probably they were setting up a bachelorette party, which I guess makes a little more sense.

But still. I could have done without that.