Overheard On the Job

I have the sweetest gig here in Maryland. Seriously, I LUFF my nannying job. Awesome family, a cuddly and corpulent black cat with the unfitting appellation Cinnamon, the priceless sense of fulfillment that comes with employment that really means something because it does not require soul-selling to the Dev. to make The Man rich. One of the best perks is, according to the general nature of the job, spending a lot of time in the company of American youngsters, and before you call me a sick perv, allow me to explain.

I believe that people would pay to hear some of the things these kids say, and so here, faithful reader, is an overheard from on the job.

Boy, Age 10: "Guys, if you want the password, it's lazerhairremoval."

I couldn't stop laughing.