Yesterday I was driving downtown with my daughter when she said from the backseat: "It's the Stop and Go lady."
"I saw the Stop and Go lady. From my school."
After a second, I realized she meant the crossing guard who directs traffic at school pick-up and drop-off times. For this important job, she wears a traffic cone on her head like a witch.
"Oh. What was she doing?" I asked, before a rogue impulse made me say: "Knocking back a brewski?"
There was silence from the backseat. Then I heard a small titter:"Hee hee."
"Hee hee," I snickered.
"Hee hee hee," she snarfed.