dinner at club penguin
I had dinner with an eight year old last night. It was fun. We had spagget and I got a complete tour of Club Penguin. Club Penguin, if you are eight, is nifty. Hell, I thought it was nifty and I am way over eight. These penguins have outfits. Stereos. Couches. Jack hammers. [The cool penguin thing to do is grab your jackhammer and go jackhammer on the north west corner of the secret glacier.] These penguins have the works.
I have not been around kids much recently. Once a year when I visit my aunt at Christmast time. The rest of the year? Not so much. So I am saying something to an adult as an aside and a word slams out of my mouth and the censor in my head sets off screaming red alert alarms because, oh wow, that is not a word you say in front of a kid.
It was not even that bad a word but it is something I would not have said in front of a kid if I had had the kid censor on. Which I didn’t. I am out of practice.
I do not think the kid even heard it.