A favourite childhood memory:

My family was vacationing in Florida. My older brother was 11 and my twin and I seven years old. We were in a hotel room watching tv. My father commented that a woman on tv was a "whore". My brothers and I were so taken with the word. "What's a whore, daddy?" He would not explain. We kept repeating it. My mother said "Great Johnny, look what you started." The next night, we went to a diner for dinner. The waitress started to clear the dessert plates and my twin brother yelled "I'm not finished whore!" My mom spit out her coffee and laid her head on the table, helpless with laughter. My dad was shocked and appalled, without a sense of humour.