freudian slips

L came home from hanging out with my father the other day, plopped himself down on the couch, picked up his gorilla (his latest animal obsession) and while carefully studying it's silver back said, "pop-pop says he hopes he doesn't get laid." "um, what? what did pop-pop say?" "pop-pop said he doesn't want to get laid like everyone else at his work." "uh, do you mean laid-off? did he say laid-off, L?" "no (quite exasperated now), he said laid. you know, and not have a job anymore. he likes working." "oh, right. (whew, i don't have to choke back throwing up in my mouth a little after all) that's laid-off L. you should say the off part in the future, ok?" looking at me like i'm completely crazy as he walks down the hall, "ok, mom."