Car trip dialogue overheard today:
Lady E: Well, I can't say that word, Tallulah! It's just the d-word.
Little T: But what is the d-word?
Lady E: I can't say it! Mom hasn't had The Talk with me yet, and dad hasn't had The Talk with me either, so I can't use words like that.
Me, interjecting from the front seat: What word is that, honey?
Lady E: Do I say it? Or spell it?
Me: Go ahead and spell it.
Lady E: d...a...n...um...t?
Me: Go ahead and say it.
Lady E: Dangit! I can't say that yet, because you haven't had The Talk with me yet.
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Lady E: There are a lot of letter words I don't say, but the one I won't even spell is the b-word. I just won't even say that or spell it. And there's the f-word. That one is bad. But I don't actually know what it is.
Mom, is the f-word the one where you're talking and then you stop talking and then you say BEEEEEEEEP and then you keep talking? Mom? What are you laughing about, Mom?
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We've had many interesting conversations around here lately about language. It's been beepin' awesome.
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