Tuesday, February 12, 2013
My sister and I took our daughters out to lunch last weekend. We were standing in line of the crowded restaurant waiting to order our food when the Girl turned to me and asked in her distinct and very loud five year old voice,
"Mommy, what's a WHORE?"
My sister and I looked at each other. My mouth dropped to the floor. I could feel the eyes of all the other patrons in line staring at me as I broke into a sweat and turned several shades of red. I pulled myself together and replied in my calmest voice,
"What do you mean? Where did you learn that word?"
My daughter matter of factly pointed to the sign at the front of the line: