Not my child...

I forgot to post this when it happened, but here you go anyway:

At Game Club last week, J was getting antsy, so I let him lead me around the building. As we neared the information desk, he noticed the display of several flags hanging from the wall. Just as a couple male students walk past, J looks up and points. "Fag. Two fags!"
Much stifled snickering ensues.
"No, honey. There's [quick mental counting] fourteen flags up there."
He looks at me very earnestly. "Two fags."
"Okay, honey."