Me: So how was your day today?
( understand that I was with her the entire day. Or so I thought....)
Gwenna: It was good.
Me: Did you have a fun time with Brooky?
Me: What was your favorite part?
Gwenna: We jumped on the bed.
We yelled really* loully. ( loudly)
And we did dancing.
And we played ponies.
we said bad words.
We did *loss and *loss of stuff. (....lots and lots...)
Yep. They said bad words.
Probably really really bad words. Like "stupid" and "butt".
I didn't hear these bad words being said, so I have to let it slide.
But I'm onto you.
Gone are the days of your seemingly childhood innocence.
I am now faced with a true potty mouth. And not just any old potty mouther type, but the kind that brags about it later while bragging about her potty mouthiness.
Is this what I have to look forward to?
What's next? Sticking your chewed gum under the table? Running with scissors?
Look. I even bought you a few necklaces to commemorate this milestone in your life.
Like I always say, it's the little things that make life memorable.