I think I told this story last year on here, but it's worth repeating for a good laugh.
My last memorial I attended was with my daughter, who was about 5. I took her and went to please my parents, of course. My daughter went to church with me regularly and so I had done the intense 'instructions' enroute about not partaking, etc. I got more and more tense as we arrived and got out of the car. I mumbled to my daughter/myself on the death march in "I feel like a whore in church!"
Well, you guessed it. We weren't there 2 minutes when my daughter's voice piped up with, "Grandma, why does Mommy feel like a whore in church?"
Silence echoed. Mom mumbled something about 'she probably does feel a little uncomfortable here....' and never mentioned it to me again.