{Lock the doors!!!

A gay person might walk in!}

Background to the "Jax story":

It was an early summer's morning and I was 13. 

 I was left home alone with an unlocked screen door being the only thing between me in my night shirt and the outside world.

A man had escaped from a nearby "crazy facility" and decided that my home would be a place that he wanted to kick back for a while.

Yes, I woke up to a weird, bloody, stinky, crazed stranger standing over me.

I could bore you with the continuation of the details, but the point to this "Jax" story, is that my kids understand, by my experience, to always keep the doors locked.

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Tonight, I asked Jax if the garage was shut.

He said, "Oh yah!  It sure is mom!  Wouldn't want a HOMO to walk into our house".

"A HOMO?  What are you talking about?" I asked.

He replied, "Ya know mom, like that homeless guy that walked into your house when you were a teenager. Uck! I get the chills just thinking about that!"

I laughed and said, "Do you mean a HOBO???
 You know, a HOMO means gay."

With a bewildered look he said, "OK, now I'm confused......The homeless guy that came into your house was gay?"