Oops. I’m only used to a dog, who can’t repeat what I say.

My coworker changed his clothes to go to a Christmas Party after work. He emerged from the bathroom resplendent in a pink shirt, striped pink tie, black pants, and JCrew black jacket. As he walked out the door I called out, “You’re such a pimp, Ryan!” He grinned, “You know it!”

From behind me I hear a tiny voice, “Cwistie, what’s a pimp?” My boss’ three-year old son stared up at me. I’m all for telling kids the facts, but the thought of a conversation explaining all the OTHER vocabulary words necessary was beyond me. “Um…” I hesitated, “It’s someone who dresses funny.”