I’m sure this has never happened to anyone else. Imagine if you will that you are standing in the checkout line at your local grocery store. You’re minding your own business when out of nowhere your child asks something either astronomically complex or mortifyingly embarrassing. You think to yourself, “Where on earth do they come up with this shit?” It’s at that moment you spot the tabloid “BLAKE SHELTON IS ADDICTED TO PORN! MIRANDA HEART BROKEN.” Or something like that. Truth be told I don’t recall what the tabloid said but the inevitable was asked that day, “What is porn?”
No parent wants to answer that question or the ones similar to it. I’ve come up with a clever way to avoid answering those questions; at least until your child is old enough to figure out what a dictionary is. After that you are on your own.