When my youngest brother was about 3 years old, he was experimenting with inventing words that sounded interesting to him. On one particular occasion, he discovered a funny new word that he invented for himself which turned out to be something not so "new." Speaking his new word proudly, he marched around the house saying the word "pimp" everywhere he went. As it turned out, my mother was being visited by a financial advisor on a regular monthly visit to discuss some information. As she went to the kitchen to prepare something for our visitor to drink, in came my younger brother.

He smiled with a big grin to the stranger and greeted the man proudly with his new word, "Hello, Pimp!"

The visitor was a little taken aback by this greeting, "Hello there. You're a cute little boy, what's your name?"

"Hello Pimp!" said my brother in reply.

"Hello, how old are you?" asked the man, trying to ignore what he was hearing and upgrade the conversation.

"Pimp, pimp, pimp," replied my brother.

Seeing that he was not going to get anywhere conversationally with this little upstart, the man fidgeted in his chair, hoping my mother would soon return from the kitchen, "Well, youre a nice little boy, now go and play."

"Helllloooo, Pimp."

At that moment, my mother returned from the kitchen with the refreshment, and heard what my brother was saying. Her face turned a dark shade of red as she handed the drink to our visitor. "Stop saying that, Jimmy. I'm so sorry, I'm sure he does not know what that means."

"Oh that's all right," replied the visitor, "He's a cute little guy."

My mother spoke to my little brother and told him to go play in his room. As my brother left, he raised his hand and said, "Goodbye, Pimp!"

Needless to say, the financial discussion had a difficult time getting off the ground on that particular afternoon. For the rest of us, it was forever burned in our memory that each time we got a visit from the financial advisor, the pimp was back.