Me (somewhat quietly): I'm reading a story about a Tennessee legislator who wants to tax porn and eliminate the tax on groceries.
Wife: Tax corn?
Me (a bit louder): No. Porn.
Three year old son: Daddy. What's porn?
Oops. I forgot that's why I was talking quietly in the first place.
Me: Um...I said "pourin." I was talking about rain. You know. "It's rainin.' It's pourin.' The old man is snorin.'"
Three year old son (smiling): Oh, I love that song.
Wife: Good save, honey.