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Two days ago my children and I were doing some extensive shopping with a $20 gift card I had received for my birthday. Actually, I was trying to figure out what to spend it on and food shopping while I did. (Yes, we were at Walmart) I don't love Walmart, but it's hard to beat the convenience. Anyways, while I pushed the cart, Victoria looked at me and asked, "What the hell is on my finger?" I'm not sure where this phrase came from. I mean I don't know where she picked it up. I don't think I use that phrase. I am more of the in shock "Oh, crap," kind of user, which I am trying to tone down. It's funny how something I hear come out of someone else's mouth or from the boob tube (that's T.V. for you who are confused) doesn't really stand out until it comes out of the mouth of the 5 year old that God has entrusted in my care. I told her we don't really say that, it's not very nice. "Why?" she asked. I guess I didn't really answer her question, I simply replied, "You can simply just ask, What's on my finger." Now what it was that was on her finger? I don't really remember, dog gone it we were at Walmart, in a germ infested shopping cart, walking up and down isles with women with perfect hair and coordinated outfits and with men who smelled a bit rancid who I am lucky were wearing clothes. I can't remember if she asked this question before or after I let them eat bananas, yes inside the germ infested shopping cart.

posted by MrH @ 11:43 AM