
While waiting to board our flight home from the big apple a couple weeks ago, my lil B was playing with her new Minnie Mouse ball. It was the perfect toy to keep her entertained. That was until she decided to take a bite out of it.
"Sweetheart! We don't bite balls!"
The old man sitting in his wheelchair who had been pleasantly amused by her play, slaps his knee and chuckles hard.
Mortified, I realize how dirty my statement sounded.
Leave it to the dirty old man. Polluting my innocent mind. No matter how true this statement might be.