There are a few phrases that can no longer be used in our house without a roar of laughter and knee-slapping. No longer does the sign for the "Auto Tune & Lube" go unnoticed. "Hit the sack" is now a signal for something that would make my mother shudder. If the football is flat, don't you dare say, "Blow it up." All of these things, and many more, have become code for hundreds of bawdy ideas that my once-innocent angel is obsessed with. I don't know how long this will last...I'm afraid it's the beginning of the journey through perverted teen years.