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So, as we often do, my husband, Rex, and I were talking about our future. At some point in the conversation, I began talking about the aspects of my job that I really like.
"...and of course, I like the people I work with." I said.
I began ticking their names off, one by one, and, out of nowhere, we heard our son's voice piping from a completely different part of the house, "And you like Sheri!" he yelled. As if I could forget Sheri!
I grinned at Rex, because Beaux has made his affection for my friend well known on many occasions.
"Yes," I hollered back at him, although I'm not sure why I felt the need to holler since it was clear that he was hearing us well enough, "I like Sheri very much! She is--"
"She's funny!" Beaux interrupted.
"Yes, she--" I began.
"And she rented us a movie!" He interrupted again in his effusive praise for Sheri.
At this point I figured I would let him get it all out. It was clear he needed to get something off his chest. Plus, I wanted to know how he REALLY felt, as if he ever keeps me guessing about his true feelings on anything.
"And she's BEAUTIFUL!"
At that moment, I was thinking I must have the greatest kid in the world. Then he said something kind of puzzling, but with a tone unmatched in exuberance by anything he had said up to this point, so I was pretty sure it was a major compliment.
"And she has strong pants!"
At that statement, Rex and I both mouthed, Strong pants?, with similar expressions of utter incomprehension on our faces. It was then that a theory began to work its way into my befuddled mind. I had to test it though, so I called Beaux to me and asked him what he meant by "strong pants".
"You know," he said, "She has strong pants," indicating with his hands at his hips as he said it, so that I got the vague impression of a rounded bottom.
Elementary, my dear Watson, I thought, feeling a little like Sherlock Holmes for having my theory confirmed. You see, Sheri and I have often commiserated with one another on the unfortunate girths of our behinds. She despairs of hers often, I know, but I knew it would mean a great deal to her that at least one man in my acquaintance likes her curves.
Sheri, embrace your luscious booty, girl! There are men in this world who dig chicks with rumps like ours. And if there are some who don't? Well, who needs them!
As Sherlock Holmes said (and I'm pretty sure he could only be talking about girls like us), "It is part of the settled order of nature that such a girl should have followers."
Honey, you WORK those strong pants!
