You know how I’ve mentioned that the nephews ask me all the horribly embarrassing questions; the ones that make me think on my feet. Let me hit some of the highlights:
What happened to Bambi’s mommy?
How come Mommy has toys in the back of the van? (This was a couple weeks before Christmas and they still believe in Santa)
What’s a bra?
I have been spared the “How did I get in Mommy’s tummy” question. THANK GOD! My SIL was ready to give me books on how to answer that one. I think they asked my brother instead of me.
This past Friday evening I got to hang out with the nephews. We went to Ruby Tuesdays (even tho it was a Friday and, as DN#2 pointed out, we should have gone to Fridays). When we got back to their house, we watched a DVD. My brother is trying to expose them to more PG-13 type movies. Ones that they’ve told him their friends have seen. So we watched Dodgeball. This was about the 7th or 8th time they’ve watched it.
But they save the gems for me. Friday while watching the movie this came out of DN#1’s mouth…
What’s a hooker?
I came up with a lame answer about girls who spend all their time with guys, and they seemed to buy it.