R had a friend round for a sleep-over earlier this week. The friend is nearly six to R's nearly five. After a bit of whispering in the other room, R rushes into the kitchen and asks me,
"Dad. DO you know what the F-word is?
Her friend looks sheepish and explains, "I was telling her it's a really bad word and I whispered it to her so that she would know that it's a really bad word and not to use it, and..."
R interrupts and announces, "It's fudge."
Friend looks confused and says, "No it isn't, it's..."
Dad interrupts in a loud voice, "Anyone want a biscuit?"
"Dad. DO you know what the F-word is?
Her friend looks sheepish and explains, "I was telling her it's a really bad word and I whispered it to her so that she would know that it's a really bad word and not to use it, and..."
R interrupts and announces, "It's fudge."
Friend looks confused and says, "No it isn't, it's..."
Dad interrupts in a loud voice, "Anyone want a biscuit?"
Reminds me of a taxi ride with Jed ,where we played the what rhymes with Hiss game.(New toy wooden snake)..That was a great piece of driving from the taxi driver let me tell you...