I was driving carpool a week ago and was singing along with a Steve Miller song that was playing on the radio. As I sang, "I'm a joker, I'm a smoker, I'm a midnight toker," the little girl Ava who I take to preschool with Portia gasped.
I quickly turned to her and explained, "No, I'm not really a smoker. I'm just singing along with this song."
Portia chimed in, "But my dad's a smoker."
I turned to Portia and said, "No, he's not, Portia. Your dad isn't a smoker."
"Yes, he is," she replied. "He smoked a turkey on Thanksgiving."
I hate to think of the other things that get misinterpreted. Gotta love innocent children!