Morning words of….something.

The Pup, playing with her string, doing the normal bridges and things, suddenly begins to hum: dumduhduhdadadadooda! and says the following:

“Look mom, I made a hootchie-cootchie dancer! See, she’s holding a pole and bouncing to the music!”

This leads to two questions:

….just WHAT kind of stories did that String Guy tell my kid at school???

…and WHY wasn’t I invited? Harumph.

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edited to add friend comment that made me spit out my Diet crack Coke everywhere:

S: holy shit Lessa. Show and tell is really different up where you are. *eyes my youngest suspicously*

edited again to ask the all important question:

and what kind of mother will people think I am when my pup goes around saying “hootchie-cootchie dancer” instead of the Proper term of “Stripper” or “Whore” which are not always mutually exclusive? I SWEAR I taught her better then that!

(disclaimer for the idiots: Oh please – I’ve no problem with strippers. or whores. or hootchie-cootchie dancers. especially if you are one. It’s just funny. *L*)