It goes without saying that a trip to Italy means seeing a lot of art.
And art means seeing a lot of nudity.
And that means a lot of giggling from our six-year-old, who is NOT discreet.
In all fairness, this all started on our spring break trip to Washington D.C. when we dragged (dragged being the operative word) the boys to the Museum of Art. Oh, they protested, but I was adamant that we at least see the presidential portraits and, as it turned out, everyone enjoyed them.
But just as we exited the gallery we stumbled upon a life-size sculpture -- a very nude male statue -- and our six-year-old couldn't stop laughing, and saying the word pee-pee which, in turn, caused his brothers to laugh.
This started something, I see that now.
So, in Italy . Nude statues everywhere, and our little one had to point out every. single. pee-pee.
Even Nonno laughed.
Then, our 13 year old wondered why all the, well, pee-pees looked like crayola crayons.
So, my husband took him aside and explained circumcision.
I'm telling you, I could not make up this stuff.
Then, there was this statue.
You see that it is not nude. Not at all. But as the adults were standing around talking, wouldn't you know that our little one walked all the way over and tried to look up the skirt.
Remind me to never vacation in Scotland . . . you know, kilts and all.