Bear opened his new headphones. “Check it out!” he said happily, gesturing at them.
I peered into the box. There were the headphones (I don’t know much about headphones), and directly below them was a glossy photo of a naked woman, wearing the same headphones.
He followed my gaze. “Is she totally naked?” he said, only a little surprised.
“Yup,” I said.
“Is that a nipple?”
“No, but almost.”
“Phew,” he said, grinning. “Wouldn’t want to see a nipple or anything.”
“Awesome,” I said.
“Now I REALLY want to wear these,” he said, teasing me. “Naked ladies LOVE these headphones.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I said. “But seriously? I mean, seriously?”
“Seriously,” he said.
We got off the subway, Eden on Bear in the frontpack, on our way to buy a little plastic plate and a little plastic spoon and maybe even a sippy cup for the first time. It was the weekend, life was good, the city was muddy and cheerful and the cold felt like the right complement to hot chocolate and wool. I glanced up, waiting to cross the street, and there, covering the side of a building, was a butt.