Let me set the scene. The girls and I are sitting at the dinner table last night, eating our tacos (it was Tuesday you know), talking about Lexi's day at school and the new song she learned. We're quietly eating when she asks:
"Mom, how many virgins do you know?"
Me (trying to keep a straight face and wondering WHAT the hell a 7-year-old knows/understands about virginity): "Huh?"
Lexi (without missing a beat of course): "How many VERSIONS do you know? You know, of that song?"
Me (silently to my self): "OH THANK THE LORD, SHE MEANT VERSIONS!"
Deep breath of relief...she meant VERSIONS!