Unmentionables

The bride, a good friend from work, sat up front on a yellow streamer-decorated chair.  She sat opening gifts, commenting on how much she loved them and how excited she was to receive them.  And then came the one.  You know, the one that is meant to make the bride blush. 

Out of the simple white gift bag with a few ones sticking out teasingly over the edge, my friend pulled a thong.  Then came the leopard print lingerie, matching top and bottom.  All had several ones and fives pinned to them.  We chuckled and joked and measured the degree of redness in her cheeks.

Meanwhile, a little three-year-old boy ran in and out of the room, chasing his friend.  He firmly clutched the rubber band of a giant balloon, one that had been decorated with a smiling face, square ears, and a mustache that gave the boy unending amusement.

As my friend pulled out this bridal shower present, the boy stopped in his tracks.  His eyes grew large, and his lips opened into a wide smile.  He looked at the adults in the room with a look of mischief, glancing back and forth between the gift and the adults.  We women seemed to draw in a collective sigh, not sure how this delicate situation could be explained.

"What do you see, honey?" queried his mother.  The room grew silent, ready to pop under the pressure.

The boy hardly missed a beat.  With one more glance toward the bride, he gave his excited answer:

"Money!  Did you see the money, mommy?"

Laughter.  Love wise mommies and innocent children.