Faith's been playing with our across-the-street neighbour quite a bit since the weather has turned summer-like here. She has a trampoline, which is a kid-magnet, so the girls often plan to get together after school for a jumping marathon.
Today, she stayed over there for an hour or so while I got groceries with Blake. When I got back, I was chatting with E's mom, asking what every mom wants to know, "Was she well-behaved?"
Turns out all went well, although she mentioned that they were talking about the "f" word. As I picked my embarrassed jaw off the floor, I remembered that Faith and Cordelia were talking about this in the back of our van yesterday. Apparently, Cordelia had seen the "f" word spraypainted somewhere.
Faith: "What is it? I want to know."
Cordelia: "I can't say it or I'll get in trouble."
Me: "Don't even think about it."
So, my neighbour had to find out from Faith was she thought the "f" word was.
Faith whispered, "It's 'freakin'."
OK....that could have been much worse.
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