My boys love to talk, but sometimes they are to honest about what they say.
We were standing in the grocery line a few months ago when the saleswoman asked me what where I worked (I was wearing my ID tag but not anything nursey).
My twins answer for me:
Connor, "My mom goes to jail"
Jacob, "They put her in the cage"
Connor, "Then she goes to detox for days and days and days"
Jacob, "Thats were you go when your a cow-aholic (best spelling
Everyone got really quiet and just looked at me,
I turned around, raised my ID tag in the air
"What they mean is that I am an employee, I'm not a client".
It was hard trying not to laugh as a I wrote out my check