We recently got a new rug for Meg's room...Isn't it pretty? Don't you love it? Don't you look at it and wonder what the fuck those things are flying around the edges?
I know. We do too.
When I unrolled the rug yesterday Ryan commented on the pretty color, and how nice the texture is; and then said "what are those things above the flowers?"
"Birds," I replied.
"Those don't look like birds." He wrinkled his face and tried to cross his eyes to see it.
"Bees?" I didn't know, I was just trying to think of things that are normally around flowers, and they definitely didn't look like hippies.
"Bees aren't pink and green. And don't those things have webbed feet?" Oh, so now he's Darwin.
I fired back. "Look, this isn't a nature guide. I mean, even the flowers aren't accurate. How many flowers do you see that remind you of pink and red striped sex toys?"
He had nothing to say to that.
Now though, I can't look at the rug without still wondering what those flying things are, and feeling like I bought something slightly obscene for my baby's room.
Still, the green is nice.