A fetish

Sam has always had a fetish for mannequins.  I can't explain it.  He just simply can't resist rubbing his hands all over their legs and staring into their big mannequin eyes.

It is odd, true dat.

This weekend, we waltzed into Dillards.  {30% off of already marked down clothing.  yes, please.}  He pranced himself up to a mannequin and unbeknownst to me, managed to dismember her arm. 

I don't think he did it on purpose. Was he shaking her hand?  Who knows with that little fella.  We performed quick surgery and got the Miss or Ms. or Mrs. back into full modeling position.

The escalators are always a source of high entertainment for kids.  Keeping them in front of me and trying to keep us all from tripping all over one another while getting off, I almost missed what Sam said as we stepped onto the second floor.

Not another soul was in site...besides family...and this is what Sam said:  "Wow, there sure are a lot of sexy ladies up here!"

I gulped, swallowed, prayed to Jesus he didn't just say the "s" word, and looked around for whomever I might need to go apologize to.

But, there were only some well dressed mannequins on my left.

I am telling you, the boy appreciates a high fashion mannequin.