Our oldest had a dental appointment today, to have her very first cavity filled. While in the waiting room, I distinctly heard a young girl say to her mom, clear as day, "Mom, you love wicked sex, don't you?"
My jaw dropped open.
It dropped open even more when I heard her mother reply, "Why yes, dear, I do!"
The girl then pulled out her little craft bag, I realized I had heard wrong. Terribly wrong. These are called Wikki Stix, which sounds remarkably like wicked sex, to those of us who are warped.