You just never know where the dinner conversation at our house will lead. And in a restaurant, well let's just say there are still no boundaries! Saturday night we were having dinner out at a very nice restaurant in the mountains of Virginia. It was outside, so there was some background noise. This of course meant the children all had to increase their volume allowing every person on the patio to hear enough of our conversations to wonder what kind of parents we are. Here's a snippet of one:
Christopher: We found a cat the other day.
Me: What sex?
Caroline: Can we please not talk about sex? (This was of course the loud comment) I much prefer to say "gender".
Christopher: Gender--that sounds like a fancy New York hot dog.
William: So we eat different genders?
