Today during lunch, Sara turns to me with her big grin and says, "Grandma has stupid chickens!"
Will, in horror, casts quick glances between Sara and I, and then whispers in a low tone, "Sara. . .you can't say that!"
In spite of myself, I let out a little snort. "Stupid" is absolutely a four-letter word around here. I don't know exactly how it gained that status because I don't really remember the first time it came up. But I know that my little nephew Jack nearly has a heart-attack any time he hears the word (which I think happens to be on Kelly's most-used-words list, by the way! :)
Will looks even more horrified that I dare laugh, and I explain, "She probably said it because she heard Grandma say it!" (When in trouble, blame Grandma :)
This seems to satisfy Will, and so I spend the next five minutes letting them roll that naughty phrase around in their mouths for a little till it loses it's funny, and we get on to new things.
I absolutely adore the innocence in these kids (what's left of it after that little exchange anyway :)!