Today in the bakery: Long line, agitated, hungry and late for my sister's barbecue.
DJ, standing next to me, suddenly tugs on my sleeve and whispers shyly in my ear:
Mom, what's an affair?
Too much tv, I think. I look around, make sure no one is in earshot and then I say to him as delicately as possible:
Well, it's when two people are in an...umm...relationship and one of them is married to someone else.
DJ, looks confused and points towards the wall:
Then why does it say "We Will Cater Your Affairs" on that sign?
Boy, was my face red.