Tuesday, March 25, 2014

That's My Boy

The Monkey just came to me for interpretive assistance on a book passage he didn't understand.  He read it aloud:

"I had a clear shot right up her skirt and this time it wasn't innocent flowered underwear.  Mrs. Williams needed to go to confession for wearing those things."

He gave me a funny look like he didn't want to ask.  "...and that is?"

Me:  Thong, probably.

He didn't even pause:  "Ohh....buttfloss?"

Me:  Yep.

"Got it."  And he wandered off again...

Buttfloss.  Yep.  I've got this parenting thing down...

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