I let the kids listen to a Christian comedian that we love. Sure, I hadn’t heard the entire thing yet, but we’d watched his previous comedy so I didn’t give it a second thought.
I’m in the other room which has the magical property of making the kids think I’m not in listening range.
I’m working when I hear the comedian tell a story about getting the word “prostate” and “prostrate” mixed up.
My eldest child’s friend gasps and turns the recording off.
“What? What? What does that mean?” my youngest begs.
“That’s a conversation for you to have with your parents when you’re much older…like when you’re 30,” the friend responds.
“But YOU’RE not thirty,” my youngest counters.
“Yeah, but we ride the bus,” my eldest deadpans.
End of conversation. At least the conversation I heard, because I had to run upstairs to keep them from hearing me laugh.