My eight-year-old, Adam, and I were in Paris in April, looking out our hotel room window. Adam asks, "Daddy, what's that adult store over there?" pointing across the street. I respond, "Well, you know, they sell naughty movies and magazines, stuff like that."
"OK, but then why do they sell toys there, too?"
I shook my head and said, "The French... who can understand them? They eat frogs, and sell toys in adult stores..."