Bikinis and Underwear

Several days ago the three of us are saying good-bye to our good friends who are backing out of our driveway to head home.  Hubby skips on over to the mailbox to retrieve our mail.  Munch is in my arms waving wildly to her buddy, Alex, as he drives away with his daddy.  Hubby then skims through the various postal pieces and suddenly pauses at the Victoria Secret holiday catalog clutched in his hands.  We chuckle at how the catalog is addressed to him as hubby flips through the pages.  Then, unexpectedly, Munch squirms out of my arms, lands on her feet, snatches the catalog out of Hubby's hands and races back into the house all the while exclaiming that she wants that "book." Hubs and I look at each other in momentary disbelief, snicker loudly then head on in also.   A block of time elapses and Munch is still quiet and presumably in her room.  I stick my head in expecting to see Munch engaged in some play activity.  What I saw equally shocked and amused me.  The scenario has Munch kneeling against her bed slowly and meticulously turning each and every page of the VS catalog that she placed on top of her mattress.  So engrossed she was with the glamourous content, she didn't even notice my intruding head by her doorway.  I report back to Hubs of this peculiar incident.  We both have a good laugh and think no more of it.  Day 2---we catch Munch AGAIN quietly perusing the catalog then daintily placing the revered booklet on her shelf where she keeps all things loved and cherished.  Still Hubs and I keep quiet. Day 3---I am working on the computer as Munch sashays in with the catalog in her tiny hands.  She parks herself beside my chair, opens the catalog to the shoe section (yes, people, I didn't know this but VS actually sells shoes among other things).  "Mommy which shoes do you like the best?"  I point to a pair of brown flat boots.  "Those are nice, Mommy.  Do you know which pair Vovo Lydia likes?"  I shake my head prompting an all-knowing smile from Gi.  "She likes these, Mommy."  Munch then points to a pair of stilleto heeled thigh high boots in turquois suede.  Really?  Would my 80 year old MIL actually select such a pair of shoes?  And why is my daughter whipping out the catalog to share with various family members without Hubs and I even noticing such as act?  No longer able to contain my curosity I ask Munch why she likes the booklet so much.  "Cause, Mommy, I love bikinis and underwear and and and this book has lots of bikinis and underwear."  Why, of course! Bikinis and underwear.  Why didn't I see the logic in this (not)?  Munch rushes out of the room and comes back several minutes later wearing considerably less clothes.  She has now donned a mismatched bikini set.  Extending her arms out to the sides and bending one knee, Munch proclaims---"See, Mommy,  I love bikinis and underwear!"