Hooked

Randall, Kaylee and I are out and about running some errands today.

We are all getting hungry and decide that lunch needs to be had.

We toss about a few restaurants {we have to be picky because of Randall's stomach} and finally settle on Taco Bell.

As we are pulling into the parking lot, I notice a sign in the window that says "Get HOOKED on HUNGER" or something to that effect.

I giggle.  "Just glancing at that sign, I thought it said something about hookers."

You know, because hookers need to eat too.

Randall looks at me, giggles and parks the car.

Apparently Kaylee had a lost and/or confused look on her face because the next thing out of Randall's mouth is, "Do you know what a hooker is Pumpy?"

I roll my eyes.  If she knows what a hooker is then there is going to be WAY less TV watching done in this house.

Of course she shakes her head no.  Thank God.  I like watching TV, sometimes.

So then Randall asks, "Do you know what sex is??" 

"NO!" 

"OK well when a man and a woman. . . " 

"I DON'T WANT TO KNOW!! I DON'T WANT TO KNOW!!" 

She is all but sticking her fingers in her ears and going "LALALALALALALALA I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"

I am a giggling mess.

There is no politically correct way to explain what a hooker is to a nine year old.

Or if there is?  I have not yet figured out what it may be.

Life is funny around here people.

This family of mine cracks me all the fuck up.

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