That evening I was working with the twins on their dolch words for kindergarten, and I told Pierce he should read that magazine to keep him busy. Pierce is the typical oldest child - very responsible and independent. He did what I asked for a bit and all the sudden shut the magazine and announced, "Mom, I'm not reading that magazine anymore! There's a boy showing his private parts!"
I felt alarm and guilt and shock. How could I have brought home such a magazine? What were they showing kids these days in magazines? I asked Pierce to show me the picture. And this advertisement is what he turned to:
Readers, do you have a favorite Norman Rockwell painting?