The other day while reading fun, interesting, well-written blogs, (Ya’ll have me ADDICTED, I tell you!) my son was in my office busily trying to wrangle one of my bras over the dog.

I let him continue because 1.) It kept him too busy to trash my office 2.) Abbeydog didn’t seem too irritated 3.) He was actually putting it on her the CORRECT way. When both critters heard the garage door open, Abbey “ra-rooo”-ed, and both bounded down the stairs where they met up with the hubby.

After a few minutes, Honbun finally came upstairs with a very puzzled look on his face. You could tell he was almost too scared to ask. The dog was two steps behind him, wagging her tail and sporting a white, standard regulation “over the shoulder boulder holder”.

“Why is the dog wearing a bra,” he asked.

“I guess Bunny felt Abbey-dog’s little boobies needed the support,” I countered.

But this makes us both wonder… if those deft little fingers can successfully hook a bra onto a squirming dog at the age of almost 4, what will they be capable of in 11-12 more years? (A two-second vision of holding a baby my teenage son sired. Can’t breathe. Heart pounding. Feeling faint.) That’s it. I’m going to lock him in his room and homeschool once he hits puberty.