My eldest and I often have lovely, meandering, pointless conversations. Because she’s 18 and a senior in high school, inappropriate humor occasionally rears it’s head. Take today’s conversation for instance, broken down into an easy-to-follow diagram.
Lunch -> tomatoes -> Garden -> Lady Garden -> frontal wedgie ->”vedgie” -> new meaning for vegetarian -> vag-itarian as a euphemism for lesbians.
I love my kid.