Why did I just have to tell my five-year-old son to, "Stop molesting the mannequins?" He may not have understood what I said but he sure knew what I meant by the dangerous look I flashed him - even at twenty paces. His both hands were on her chest like it was the milking exhibit at the county fair instead of the display window at Old Navy.
Personally, I blame Old Navy for building anatomically correct mannequins.
- 5 October 2013
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