Come Back, Hookers!!!

So....um.....I have another Baby Gage story to tell.

We're sitting at a stoplight in the big city of Dallas, TX.
There are some hookers...yes, true to life lookin' like Bratz dolls hookers in the street.
Not on the street corner---in the street. I was at a reeeeeeeaaallly long red light, and was on the phone with my husband. I said something about, "OH MY GAAAAWWWD. There are HOOKERS walking *IN* the street, looking to spread a little 'holiday cheer.' I can't believe this..." yada yada.
Doors locked? Check.
They were approaching our car. Waved at Gage. Sized me up---apparently I don't look like I'm in the market for any hookers. But, I smiled....didn't want to piss off a pack of hookers, and didn't want to seem like I was judging them... {like it matters!!! Right?}

Well...."HOOKERS" is not really a word you want your 2yo son to know. So, parents---learn from me. Don't use that word in their presence. They somehow seem to know that when they repeat it---It's weird, & wrong, & funny at the same time.

So, like I said---the hookers approached our car. Saw that we weren't really interested...or at least *I* was not interested, and they kind of kept on moving down the line of stopped cars. Gage went to pieces when they were gone.

"Da Hookers Is Gone!"

"COME BACK, HOOKERS!"

"HOOKERS, COME BACK!"

I was laughing so hard. Oh my gosh. My child is yelling because the hookers left.
We get home....pull in the driveway. He's whining. He wants to "go back. get da hookers."

No Gage, I'm not going to get you a hooker. Not now, not ever. Hookers spread more than 'holiday cheer', mmmmkay?
And don't even THINK about asking Santa for one.