Flies!

Any time Chet is "running errands" the family tries to come with him. I like to be with him as much as possible when he is not at work, so even going to the dump becomes a family activity. Well, we load up into the car and go to the dump, pulling a trailor of junk behind us (this is about a quarterly activity, I am a trasher. I HATE holding onto things that we are not using on a regular basis. We are also ALWAYS doing some kind of project as well.) Well, we get to the dump and Chet and the boys all pile out. As Chet gets out he leaves his door open, and dumb me just sits there and doesn't get out and close it myself! After about 5 minutes of unloading, they all pile back in. As we are driving away I start getting mad at Chet for leaving the door open and letting all these flies in. Then, two flies land on the dash in front of me and I proceed to be mad at Chet and say, "Chet! Get these humping flies out of the car!" Carson then says, "Mom, what is humping?" Chet laughed so hard I thought he would pee his pants! I just sit there wondering how to answer that question, so the great mother I am that answers all my boys questions (NOT!) just says, "Carson, don't leave the door open at the dump." He says, "Ok, but what is humping?" I don't know how I got out of it, but I couldn't think of a good way to explain to my then 6 yr old what humping was. Oh the words we use, choose wisely my friends!