{caught.off.guard}

In the afternoons, Addy likes to read to me while I work on editing pictures. This particular afternoon, she had chosen some books from my bookshelf in the office. I didn't really pay attention to what she picked out until this convo took place:

Addy: "What does 's-e-x' spell?

Me: (almost falling out of my chair and gasping for breath and all of a sudden very hot on this unusually cool day) "WHAT?"

Addy: "It's right here. I don't know this word."

Me: "This book has to be put away. It's not really appropriate for 4 year olds."

Addy: "Why not?"

Me: Hoping if I ignore the conversation, she'll drop it. She does. Praise the Lord.

Just for all of you who have your mind in the gutter at this point and are totally judging what books I have to read, the book was called "Old Enough to Know" by Michael W. Smith. It was given to us as a white elephant gift last Christmas. It's a book that addresses having "The Talk" with your teenager. NOT with your four year old. I'm finally breathing again. . .