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.
