Eclectica

Justin and I were driving the new truck home from Pullman after Christmas.  Justin was deeply engrossed in his new book, the radio was playing and I was enjoying the scenery as the music faded into commercial.

“Eclectica...”

That sounds interesting, I thought.

“...because not all toys are for children.”

I'm not sure what happened next because my brain did a back flip.  I tried to reach for the radio dial but found myself paralyzed.  

“Purveyors of lingerie, lotions, potions and adult toys,” the voice continued.  

Egad!

Before I could even formulate a thought, Justin chimed in.

“I can only think of one toy that's not made for children,” he said without looking up.  

I nearly ran off the road.  Dear Lord, what do I do?  Do I say something?  Should I ask?  Is this how it’s going to end, with me having a conversation with my eleven-year-old about adult toys?  I remember when you were only a child.  It seems like only five minutes ago.

Unfortunately, or perhaps much to my relief, I never did find out what toy he was referring to.  He just went right back to his book and didn’t say another word.

- 26 December 2011