I stopped what I was doing and looked at the book, expecting to see something food related, like angel hair pasta, or salmon, or a nice warm, loaf of French bread.
But that isn't what I saw.
"Um, I don't know, what do you see?" I say lobbing the ball back to him.
"Boobs, they look like boobs," says Vinny.
"Well, that's because they are," I say.
I showed it to Stefan and he shouted, "it's a corset!"
I was going to say something, to my husband, about monitoring Vinny's books more closely, but I could tell he was having a proud Daddy moment. And I didn't want to ruin it for him.
