Talk About a Misunderstanding...

A couple of weeks ago when my in-laws were visiting, my Father-in-Law, Perry, was playing basketball with the boys. My Mother-in-Law, Joyce and I took Asher, the little boy I babysit, out to watch. Asher's mom, Becky, pulled into the driveway shortly after we took Asher outside and I went to greet her, and tell her all about Asher's day (how much he ate, how long his nap was, etc.).

As Becky was putting Asher into his car seat Evan said excitedly to both of us:

"Mom, I am a, 'whore' and Adam is a, 'ho'!"

I am immediately mortified that my Father-in-Law and Becky (who trusts me with her little boy and places faith in me that he will be treated well, and handled responsibly and lovingly) has heard my child say such a thing!

Me: (in a warning tone, say something along the lines of...) "Evan, why would you say such an inappropriate thing!!!!"

then, Adam chimes in with, "Mom, he is just telling you that I am only a, 'ho" but he is already a, 'whore'!"

I start to feel dizzy as I notice that my Mother-in-Law has heard Adam's declaration...

Me : "Boys, you can't say things like that!"

I look nervously over at Becky, and then my Father-in-Law, who calmly says with a huge smirk on his face:

"We are playing the game, 'HORSE', Evan is telling you he has earned an, H, an O, and an R, and Adam is telling you he has earned an H and an O...that's all they are trying to say."

I slowly digest his words, and realize, that they are playing that basketball game, "HORSE". In the game, each player tries to make a basket. If a player successfully makes a basket, then the next player has to successfully make a basket from the exact same location that the player that shot first was standing at. If the player that takes a shot after someone has made a basket misses, then the player that missed earns a letter. Whomever earns each letter in the word HORSE first, loses.

I even remember that I have played "HORSE" before. You know, back in the day, when dinosaurs roamed the earth.

I quickly recover, and respond with my mouth still gaping open, "Ohhhhhhhhhh..."

My Mother-in-Law then says:

"Perry, you need to teach the boys not to say the letters they have, that way. It doesn't sound right."

My Father-in-Law then laughs, and says something along the lines of us being the ones with the problem, because we were thinking of the innocent way the boys were trying to explain who was losing in the wrong way.

Then, because I have made such a big deal out of it...I notice a look of understanding of why the way that the boys were describing the status of the game may be offensive begin to dawn on Evan's face.

Ask me why he knows the word, "whore" so well...

Yeah, it came from reading the scriptures together in family scripture study...he also knows the word, "harlot"... (scripture study stories of, "trying to define certain words to the children" could take up entire posts on their own)

*heavy SIGH*

Sorry, Evan and Adam...my mistake...

(why can't that game be called, "PIG" or "GOAT" or something)

Oh sorry, just thinkin' out loud for a second there...

So, as mentioned in a previous post, I didn't have working camera batteries in my camera when Grandma and Grandad Marshman were visiting...but here are some pictures of my boys playing basketball...or the likes thereof...

After a Saturday morning rainstorm.
Son, those are cowboy boots, not rain-boots.

Playing a little ball before the bus comes.

I feel cooler just knowing you, Adam.

Evan, (10 years and 9 months old), Adam (7 years and 9 months old) Brian (4 years and 11 months old)