Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Kids ask the damndest questions!

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?

Yeah.

I came up with a lame answer about girls who spend all their time with guys, and they seemed to buy it.

5 comments:

Kaye said...

You didn't just tell them a crocheter? hee hee!

loopykd said...

I know what you mean. I have an 8 year old and I get the good ones too. However, I'm not shy so she gets all the real answers. Poor kid! I have horrified her several times.

Karen said...

How old are they that they are watching PG-13 movies? Dan's 8, and I still think it's too young. But hey, different strokes for different folks.

I would have gone with the crocheter line... :)

Penny Karma said...

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

So glad to see it doesn't only happen at my house.

Calling on Kahlo said...

I remember asking my dad around that age what a hooker was-

he corrected me that the proper term was prostitute and then his explanation somehow convinced me that hookers were independent businesswoman. I ended up writing a story about my friend becoming an independent businesswoman and ausing a huge uproar in Girl Scouts. Yeah, good times!