Sunday dinner, me and #2-5.
#2 asks an intelligent question about AIDS in third world countries that requires the use of the word condom in my answer.
#5: What’s a condom?
#2: Oh God.
Me: Well. . .
In unison, #2, #3, and #4 drop their forks, put their hands over their ears, close their eyes and start going , “LALALALALALALA!”
Me, looking at #5: When people have sex
#5, interrupting: Stop talking. Stop talking NOW.
Here’s another time I answered an awkward question from #5 (though this time he let me finish).
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#5: I think I’m double jointed somewhere because I can lick my neck.