Oh, how we lose our innocence as we age....
Standing in the kitchen, breaking down four heads of broccoli .... Yes, four (My kids eat it like candy, weirdly enough), Noah starts shouting from the playroom.
"Finny is a pot head! Finny is a pot head!" And giggling hysterically.
The blood drains from my face as I contemplate where he could have possibly heard, and learned to apply this euphemism Girding my loins, and putting on my "calm face" to prepare for this unpleasant .... Well, verbal beat-down.... Noah implores, "Look, mom!"
I cannot hide from the inevitable discipline any longer and I hold my breath and turn.....
To see this:
Crisis averted.
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