I work from home. I was writing a proposal for a prospective client when my wife came in to deliver this breaking news, from the breakfast table of our children:
"Aunt Jemima made my pancakes," Max, seven, told Vic, four.
Now at his point you are probably suspecting as I was that there was going to be some racial slur born from childish innocent. But no. It's better than that.
"Who is Aunt Vagina?" Vic asked.
"Not Aunt Vagina, Aunt Jemima," Max corrected him.
"Where does Aunt Vagina get her pancakes?"
If anyone has the answer, please leave it in the comments for all to appreciate...