Dude, My Toddler Found Your Whitey Tighties- Motherhood Without Warning

It's 9am on a beautiful Saturday morning and you stop at Wal-Mart with your almost 3 year old very observant daughter.  Help her get out of the minivan and she says "is that someones underwear?" You look over and sure enough some Whitey Tighties are just laying there in the parking lot next a cigarette butt. Priceless moments to think of something to tell your daughter.  I opted for "they must have fallen out of someones back pack or suitcase." Meanwhile my brain goes to some disgusting-parking-lot-rendezvous-scene reason behind the underwear in the parking lot.

These are the moments your realize you can't protect your kids from the filth in the world, you can just help them move on to the next thought, so in our situation I turned it into how much trash was in the parking lot and perhaps people could try harder to put stuff in the garbage can. Then thank god that SUV of grocery carts with the double seat extension was available, because that's the best in her world and erases all trauma of the moment.

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My name is Kama and I'm a Mom...and that just freaks me out sometimes. I'm a bunch of other things that used to seem really important, but somehow being a Mom blurs those other things into mush. I have a 2-1/2 year old daughter and twin boys on the way. Everyday I have a "holy s**t, I can't believe I'm a Mom" moment and those get shared here.