So this was the conversation yesterday on the way home after I picked the kid up from daycare:
Kid: You know what?
Me: No sweetie, what?
(that's the way most of our conversations begin, and I never do know what)
Kid: All of the 5 year olds at school are doing porn
Me: (turning radio completely off, fighting off heart attack) You're doing WHAT, sweetie?
Kid: Porn
Me: Porn?
Kid: Yeah
Me: Can you please tell me exactly what that is?
Kid: We all stand up and say "Teddy bear, teddy bear..."
Me: OH, you mean POEM?
Kid: NO, PORN.
Me: I am pretty sure you mean a poem, sweetie
Kid: NO I DON'T!
Me: Ok, well you can tell me the word again when we get home and I can see you say it.
Turns out she was saying "PORM", not "porn", and indeed, did mean "poem" though I could not convince her of that. She insisted it was porm.
I was not going to argue with her anymore; it was enough that it was not porn. She will learn the word "poem" in due time.
Just like she will eventually learn to make the "k" sound when she says "kitty". Right now, the K sounds like a T.
Oh, the fun we have with that.
Me: Would you like to watch a movie sweetie?
Kid: YES!
Me: Which movie would you like to watch?
Kid: The titty movie!
Me: (tee hee, smirk smirk) Which one?
Kid: The titty movie!
Me: Oh, the Aristocats?
Kid: Yes, the titty movie!
I really need to get that on video before she quits that.
(Dear Lord: Please do not let every sicko in the world pull up my blog because it now contains the words "porn" and "titty". Thanking you in advance, AMEN)
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