So I'm standing in the underwear aisle at Wal-Mart, Sophie and Anna in tow. As I'm examining all my choices, Sophie points at one of the models in skivvies and says, "Daddy, what's that lump?"
"A potato," I reply.
She screws up her face and says, "Huh?" I hurriedly grab a package (of underwear) and scurry off to another section of the store.