When I was about 13 years old, my mom bought me a latch hook rug kit for Christmas. It was a pretty picture of a butterfly on a flower and I loved it. I worked on it diligently day after day. Insert hook, loop the yarn around, and pull it through. I worked on it while reading, watching TV, and even eating dinner at times. I finally finished it and proudly displayed it on my bedroom wall for all to see.
My sisters, who are twins, had just turned 7 at that time.. They were sitting in the toy corner playing with their little tea set and baby dolls, looking all cute and innocent while my mom watched the news a week or so after I had finished my project. There was some type of mention of a hooker on the news and they ,of course (being the curious little girls they were), wanted to know what a hooker was. My mom was not sure how to answer, so she told them it was a person who made latch hook rugs like mine. BIG MISTAKE MOM!!!!!!!!!
A couple of days later, my mom gets a call from the school principal. Both of my sister's had the same teacher for 1st grade that I did when I was their age. They proudly marched into school that day and informed Mrs. Wheeler "My sister Lisa is a hooker!" I think my mom turned about 10 different shades of red during that phone call. LOL
Aug 12, 2008
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i am totally gonna end my comments now with...i love you hooker! hahahaa
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