Then he said something about his favorite whorehouse again, so I poked my head around the corner and - trying to keep a straight face - jumped in to my kids' conversation.
Zack, clearly irritated with his bemused sister: It is my favorite whorehouse, right by the Pirates of Caribbean.
I exchange a puzzled glance with Lexi before Zack continues.
Zack: *sigh* It had ghosts and monsters and stuff. I like whorehouses. I like whore.
MM: Hey, buddy, I'm not really sure if you know what you are saying...Do you mean the Haunted House? In Disneyland?
Zack: YES! I like the whorehouse in Disneyland. Because I like Halloween and scary stuff. Like you.
I have to imagine he was pretty horrified to discover that 'whore' and 'horror' are not interchangeable nor is it appropriate to race around recess proclaiming 'I'm a whore' when you really mean to say 'Vampire or Ghost'.
This one should be fun to explain at the parent-teacher conference this week.
I can hardly wait.