Our little sailor

Lucy has been learning about bad language recently. Last week there was a discussion with mom about the use of the middle finger as a means of communication. Jennifer told her that it was like a bad word. But when Lucy asked exactly what it meant, Jennifer demurred.

Today Lucy was listening to a Lady Gaga song that raised further questions. She just turned to me and asked: “What does bitch mean?”

“Well,” I replied, “It’s a bad word.”

So Lucy raised her middle finger and asked: “Does bitch mean the same thing as this?”

I about fell out of my chair.


The Good Old Days

Conversation with Kathleen on the way home from school today:

Kathleen: “Can I have a snack when I get home today?”

Me: “Sure. What do you want?”

Kathleen: “A granola bar. It will be just like the good old days!”

Me: “The good old days?”

Kathleen (in a tone of dismissive incredulity): “You remember . . . The beginning of the school year?”

Me: “Yes, I remember.”

Weirdest thing about the conversation? Kathleen has a granola bar EVERY day after school.