Monsters and the IRS
Today’s giggle comes straight from my daughter.
When my daughter was three, we took a family vacation to Washington DC. Because we didn’t know the town, we took a taxi from the airport to our hotel. During our journey, the driver was pointing out different landmarks. We came up to a very gothic looking building and he said: “That’s the IRS headquarters.” My daughter quickly replied, “Oooooh, that’s where monsters live!” We laughed the rest of the way to our hotel.