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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