Take one locally-grown 4-year-old bubbie:
Mix in a little Mo Willems' KNUFFLE BUNNY:
Months later, after ripening and fermentation, when the wee bubbie subsequently suggests making a "gravetomb" (preschooler speak for "tombstone") to decorate the yard for Halloween, gently fold in the question, "What shall we paint on it? R.I.P?"
He will figure out, with scant 1/4 cupful dollops of explanation, what the R., the I., and the P. stand for, ultimately decreeing, "No, I don't care if the people under the ground are left in their peaces. I know what we need to paint on it."
With that, his half-baked idea will hit the jar:
So for all of y'all who leave your porn propped open on the Fisher Price Rescue Hero Command Station, knock it off. Kids pick up what's in the reading materials. They internalize it. They paint it on their gravetombs.
And wouldn't it be a shame, this fine All Hallow's Eve, to have the neighborhood reading on your yard's gravetomb that "Hot sluts do it sideways"? Even telling passers-by, "Heck, my kid suggested it" won't keep you from being regarded as the local Larry Flynt.
Keep it clean this Halloween, my dear ghoulfriends. Keep it clean.