Mom On Contraception

We were walking on a Florida beach earlier this week, my mother and I, when we came across a dozen or so Portuguese man o' wars that had washed up onto the shore.

Me: "Gross. What are those?" 

Mom: "They look like rubbers." 

Me (pausing): "And by 'rubbers' you mean..." 

Mom: "Condoms, Corey. They look like condoms." 

Me: "Oh right. Of course. Just checking."