I had taken Mom to town to run a few errands and when we got home we all sat down and had dinner together.

Mom: Did you see the Halloween costumes in the back of the store?

Me: I did, Mom. They had some pretty amazing costumes, didn’t they?

Mom: Well, the ones I saw were quite outrageous.

Mom brings her voice down to a loud whisper. The whole table can hear her.

Mom: Did you see the ones for those kinds of girls?

Me: What kind of girls Mom?

She whispers louder in her sweet grandma tone.

Mom: You know, the girls that are sluts, Dear.

Lee starts choking on his soda.

Mom: Those costumes were just nasty.

Lee eggs her on.

Lee: What were they like?

Mom: Tassels for the boobies and skimpy little shorts that wouldn’t even cover a baby’s bottom.

Dad: Doesn’t sound bad to me. You should have bought one for yourself.

Mom: Hush up! You are one sick perverted old man. I would never wear tassels. They would hang down to my knees.

Lee: That does sound pretty raunchy. Was the costume red or black?

Mom: Oh no, they were a pink color.

I get in on the game.

Me: Well they couldn’t have been for those kind of girls, Mom because those kinds of girls usually only wear black or red.

Mom got on her serious face.

Mom: Really? In my day the sluts of the world wore pink.  I believe the proper name for the shade of pink they wore was…let me think a minute. Oh, yes. Now I remember. We called it ‘Titty Pink.’