Today at the beach, Richie and I held hands and started walking into the water to play in the waves.  He asked me something, but between the noise of the waves and the wind in my ears, I couldn’t hear him.  I asked him to repeat himself.

“Will your *@#stss* be okay in the waves?”  I didn’t catch that one word, so I asked him to repeat it again.

“Will your *$#@sses be okay?”

Still not sure I heard him, I asked, “What? My glasses?” It would be like Richie to worry about the sunglasses I was wearing, that maybe they would fall off in the water or even just get some sand or water on them.

This time he spoke loud and clear: “Will your breasts be okay in the waves?”