π On vacation my nine-year-old son, Ryan, and I were at the pool, where two attractive young women wearing thong bikinis were sunning themselves. I noticed that Ryan kept staring at them, but he would occasionally glance back at me.
When they got up to leave,
Ryan watched them particularly closely. I was bracing myself for questions he might have when he turned to me and whispered,
“Dad, can I take that candy bar those girls left behind?” π π
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