One of those conversations…

Yesterday I took my mother and my daughter shopping. Ladies' morning out: new bathing suit for daughter, conference clothes for Grammy and me, ice cream. We're sitting on the bench outside Baskin-Robbins, licking our ice cream cones thoughtfully, when Emily asks, in a very loud voice, "What's a prostitute?"

Now, although we've had a basic version of what a friend of mine calls The Plumbing Talk, I don't think that her understanding is going to stretch to encompass a complete answer to this...