I was having a random, wandering conversation with my kids the other day about their day at school, when they hit me with this zinger:
Becca: "Hey, Matthew. I was at your school helping in the keyboarding class and I saw Mary..." Matthew interrupts: "I think she looks like Mom", while Becca continues "...my friends say she's a fat whore."
There followed a great silence...and then we laughed so hard, Becca ran off to the bathroom before she peed herself.
It reminded me of the time I was playing gin rummy with my dad. I was about 12 and I accidentally flipped him off. Or the time my little brother accidentally told my mom to shut up. I can vouch for the fact that teenagers don't have any control between what they MEAN to do and what they ACTUALLY do.
I can also vouch for the fact that while I may be fat, I am no whore. After their hysterics died down, the kids assured me that this is, in fact, true.