Reader Alert: Excessive over-sharing is about to follow. Don't say you weren't warned.
Mine is a home with no apparent boundaries, a fact driven home to me last night. As JT was putting on his jammies and engaging in his standard toothbrushing-evasion methods, I was in the bathroom removing my contact lenses and washing my face, wearing just my panties and bra. JT came in, started brushing his teeth, then looked at me and asked, "How do you get your bra on?"
Obviously, we were well past any privacy concerns and so I briefly explained the logistics of wearing a bra, "There are hooks in the back."
"Oh," he said, with a renewed interest. And then, before I could steer the conversation in another direction, he tried to unhook my bra, wanting to see just how those hooks work.
He couldn't get the hooks loose and announced, "well, thank goodness I'm not a girl."
Wisely, I believe, I let the conversation end on that note.