My Mommy’s so cute and naive sometimes. What follows is a conversation we had just five minutes ago:
Mommy: “It’s almost 12 o’ clock. I need to go call my Honeypot!
Me: “You WHAT?!!!”
Mommy: (curiously)”…call my Honeypot…”
Me: Don’t say that! It’s derogatory! It doesn’t mean what you think it does…”
Mommy: “That’s what we used to call our Main Squeeze. Can you at least say “Main Squeeze” now? What does “honeypot” mean now? Toilet?”
Me: “…No, it means “vagina”…they use it in porn…not exactly something you wanna be saying out in public.”
Mommy: “Whooo!” (dejectedly) “It’s getting to the point where you can’t say anything anymore without it meaning something bad!”
Me: “Yeah, well…let’s just put that in your “only use in the house” category. In fact, I don’t ever wanna hear you say that again! That’s a fragment of my life I’ll never get back now…”
Mommy: “Whoo…well, I sure didn’t know THAT…”
Ain’t she cute?
