I had started a really long engaging entry about my experience with teenage pregnancy, then this little gem of a conversation happened and I couldn't pass it up.
Hannah: Mom is there such a word as whore?
Me: Yeah and its a really naughty word. Please don't say it. Why do you ask?
Hannah: I am rhyming words with door so I said whore.
Matt: Mom I think she means horror.
Hannah: Yeah mom like a scary movie. A whore movie.
Me: No Hannah that is horror. Pronounced differently.
Hannah: I know Mom. Whore movie.
Me: Uh huh. Eat your pizza.