The Birds, The Bees, And The Brutally Honest

(A little boy is wandering around unattended, touching all the TVs.)

Me: “Where’s your mom or dad?”

Boy: “Well, my mom’s over there.” *points to mother*

Me: “Okay, why don’t you go over to her?”

Boy: “Yeah, sure. By the way, I don’t know who my dad is. My mom was a hooker.”