A happy family story for your Easter Eve:
Mom: I just got a call from your 21-year-old cousin. Your 17-year-old cousin called her and wanted to know how to spell 'vagina'.
Me: Did she ask her what the heck she was doing during 8th grade health class, if she never learned how to spell it then?
Mom: That's not the disturbing part of the story. She was calling to check the spelling because your aunt is insisting that she color Easter eggs, even though she thinks she's too old to do it. So she's secretly writing dirty words on the eggs with wax before she puts them in the dye. And she's run out of simple ones like "dick", and has to move on to more complex phrases.
Me: HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!
Mom: *sighs* I do not know what went wrong with your generation.
And now, I am off to make dinner and watch bad bad Sci Fi Channel programming. Happy Easter, everyone!