Some things are not meant for children's ears.
Every morning on the way to our babysitter we go over the rail road tracks fast, it is a pretty big bump and they shriek with glee! We slow down to check out the water fall and always keep our eyes peeled for turkeys. This morning as we were driving we passed a house that we pass every day. On Saturday our neighbor was helping us with our lawn mower and we got to talking. He asked us if we had heard of the man who was arrested for a string of murders, who lived in our town. "Of course we have heard of him," I replied. The neighbor went on to tell us that this guy actually lived in the house on the other side of his house and that they used to play when they were growing up. Needless to say my eyes were wide open and I inquired, "Did he torture animals?"
So while on the way this morning, it was on my tongue, as we passed this house to say, "That is the house where the murderer lived!" I refrained, remembering my audience. But chuckled to myself at the sheer inappropriateness of the comment. Sometimes my brain is beyond ridiculous!
