Yeah, telling your kids about the birds and the bees is tough duty. Fortunately, neither of my kids asked me about strippers. At A Butterfly Moment, blogger Jen wasn't as lucky. Recently, she and her 6-year-old son were listening to morning DJs yak about pole dancing when one radio magpie observed pole dancing wasn't stripping. The femme DJ added she was fascinated by strippers. Faster than you could peel your shirt off, Jen's 6-year-old asked: "Mom, what's a stripper?" Jen responded it was something he didn't need to know right now. That, of course, triggered a whiny "but, mo-ah-om." Take it away, Jen: "I thought for a second about telling him, but how do you describe a stripper to a 6-year-old? It probably would have been OK because he would have thought it was extremely gross." Jen changed the subject to something easier, "like why the sky's blue or how to perform brain surgery." Tellingly, she titled her blog post, "One more reason to avoid morning radio." Me? I quit tuning into morning radio when KVNI dumped popular Dick Haugen during the 2006 Christmas holidays. California dreamin'