The Bums

My husband received a subscription to Biblical Archaeology Review from his parents. Off and on throughout our six and a half year marriage he's received this magazine, usually in gift form. I've been told that it's more a magazine about the archaeology of the holy lands and less a religious read. I've never found out for myself. I may have opened one copy. Once. Archaeology is not exactly my cup of tea.

Imagine my delight when the above pictured edition arrived in my mailbox. I made the mistake of leaving it on my counter top. Later, I was working in the office when my three-year-old came down, copy in hand. He had wide eyes when he whispered, "Mommy?" I turned to him and asked what he wanted. Whispering even quieter he replied, "Mommy," and then pointed at the photo, "bums."

I tried in vain to suppress my laughter as he continued, "Whose bums are these?" I attempted to explain the idea of a statue to my firstborn. I didn't have a high measure of success.

Later he came up to me, "Where is daddy's magazine with the naked bums?"

Oh great. Great. Seriously. Garrett is not a quiet child. Now my husband is going to be known as the pastor with the naughty magazines. Neat.

Thank you, Biblical Archaeology Review for choosing such a thrilling photo for the cover of your magazine.