Me to hubby: Why are you wearing rubber gloves? Killing hookers in the garage again?
Hubby: Yeah, you caught me.
4 year-old: Daddy’s killing hookers?
Hubby to me: They were hookers. Now, they’re in plastic bags.
4 year-old: Why is he killing hookers?
I can only imagine trying to explain this at the hummingbird’s preschool on Monday. I still have no idea why the hubby was wearing rubber gloves.