Having an 8 year-old daughter is highly entertaining. Tonight, she and I shared some alone time, and it included a trip to Ulta, where I got some hair products and she picked out her first lip gloss.

As we drove home, we drove past the new local Hooters restaurant.

“Mom, there is a restaurant named “Hoo-ters,” she stated, placing extra emphasis on the HOO. “I wonder what THAT’S all about?”

(Pause from me.)

Gulp. “Well, what do you think it’s about?”

“Hmm,” she shrugged, chuckling. “Maybe it’s about some owls?”

“Maybe!” I stated. End of discussion.

Good answer, my dear. Good, good answer.