Had a bit of a parenting dilemma this evening. After watching the scintillating techno-thriller "Beverly Hills Chihuahua II," my five-and-a-half-year-old Miel went up to give her Mom a quick kiss goodnight. On the way over, she uh... she let out a little gas.
"What was that?" Nikki asked her, smiling. Usually that would embarrass Miel to death.
Without missing a beat, Miel responds: "My a--hole wanted to say hi."
I've never heard her curse before (damned public schools,) and I find it difficult to punish her after laughing like a mental patient for ten minutes. So, she got off with a reprimand and reminder about appropriate language.
Kids these days.