Hour of the Olympics

Ben has been really into this "Magic Treehouse" series of books lately.  It is usually what he wants to read before bed, and we've gone through a lot of them in the past few months.

For two nights now, we have been reading the latest one from the library, titled "Hour of the Olympics".  Its about ancient Greece.  Ben insists that the title is actually pronounced "Whore of the Olympics".  He's made a point to correct me both nights.  I have tried to set the record straight, but he's not budging on this one.

On the one hand its funny because he's so innocent.  That and I'm essentially still 12 when it comes to certain types of humor.  I will laugh at some pretty juvenile, and sometimes offensive things.  I should be embarrassed or apologetic or something about it, but I'm not.

On the other hand, this isn't the first time he's brought up whores.  It almost makes me think I should be concerned about something (about what, I am not sure).  Maybe six(?) months ago we were playing a rhyming game, which is always a recipe for disaster.  I know I can't remember the conversation verbatim, but it went something like:

Ben : "Daddy, what rhymes with door?"
Daddy : "Floor"
Ben : "And more!"
Daddy : "Yes, and... core"
Ben : "And whore!"  Followed by a laugh, and then, "Whore is a funny word!"

I didn't tell him that many people would disagree.  My inner 12-year-old was too busy rolling around on the floor.