Funny Misguided Boy!

Today as we were leaving Torey's basketball game Jake was singing to himself.  I did not think much about it until I tuned into what he was saying.  What I heard was disturbing and led me to wonder who exactly this boy had been hanging out with.  This, my friends, is what I heard: "What a whore, What a whore, What a whore!" (In a witchy voice).  I said - using the tone I reserve for moments such as these - "What (emphasis on the "T" - more like WHAT!?!?)  are you saying?"  He answered, "Mom," (exasperated),  "I am the wicked witch."  Realization sunk in somewhere behind the shock.  And it was then that it dawned on me - like the glorious sunshine in the morning - this little boy was not misguided but he must suffer from acute hearing problems.  What a RELIEF.  After I composed my face and got the twitch in my cheek under control I managed to tell him that while the Wicked Witch of the West is melting after courageous Dorothy doused her in the water that just so happened to be in the right place at the right time she is squealing "What a world, what a world," not "What a whore, What a whore."  I am so glad we got that worked out, he might have offended a few whores if he kept that little song up!