Bathroom Banter

What follows is a conversation Tracey overheard within a neighboring stall in a public restroom at a mall in NJ as it was recounted to me this evening at Veniero's Bakery on E. 11th St.

"Mommy, you have fur! Why do you have fur? I'm going to tell Daddy you have fur!"
"Shh. SHHHH. He knows. He knows!"

I cracked up so hard I almost snorted some of my iced hazelnut coffee and had a seizure.

When I just related this tale to Tom he barely chuckled. Now, only one of two explanations can be provided: 1) my delivery, unlike Tracey's, sucks or 2) Tom just didn't GET what the kid meant by fur.