Double Oh-Vey

(My eight-year-old son and I are walking down the street. I see a group of Orthodox Jewish men (beards, black suits and broad-brimmed black hats) coming toward us on the other side. My son is watching them intently, and I am hoping that I can answer any questions he might come out with. He looks up at me excitedly.)

Son: “Look, Mom! Secret agents!”