Yesterday Sophie and I were waiting in the car line at school to pick up the big kids. The car line is monitored by our school crossing guard, who is best described as a nice older woman with Nazi-like tendencies. Through the open car windows, she asked us to move forward a bit, to which I answered yes. Sophie, on the other hand, had this to say (very loudly):
Sophie: “Mommy, is that a lady or a man?”
Me (hissing and speaking apparently too quietly): “Shhh! Why do you keep asking me that? You know she’s a lady. Her name is Anne and she’s lovely.”
Sophie: “You’re right mom, she IS ugly”
Me (loudly this time): “No, no I said LOVELY not UGLY”
Sophie: “Well she is ugly”
Oh dear. So much for trying to be subtle.