Of all the comments Jeremy made at the museum, one of them stood out. Maybe it was the way he looked at me when he said it, or the inflection in his voice. But after I got home and changed my clothes I could still hear it. So it seemed reasonable to ask, "Daddy, what's a phallic symbol?"
Oh, the embarrassing moments of the pre-internet days.
ReplyDeleteHa! http://44for365.blogspot.com/2006/04/83365-alison_114590462249320286.html
ReplyDeleteOh dear!
ReplyDeleteReminds me of one of my mother-in-law's stories. She was very naive, and during the war was a typist in the army doing medical records. She had to type the word "testicle" but didn't know what it meant (she was one of seven sisters), and asked one of her commanding officers!
Indigo and Mali, those are great. You started my day with a laugh before coffee. Oh, poor Mali's mother-in-law!
ReplyDeleteIndigo I remember that post! I can't remember I didn't comment on it back in 2006 (which was 12 YEARS AGO!!!)
ReplyDeleteI remember that post, Indigo - and I can't believe that exercise was 12 years ago!
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