Thursday, January 8, 2009

The F word

Marin and Emmy were in the playroom and I was in the kitchen reading the newspaper. Over time I tune into what they are saying.

"You said the F word."
" No you said the F word."
" I'm telling Mama you said the F word."
" No I didn't, you said the F word first."

Hesitantly, I interrupt the conversation to ask "What is the F word?" hoping to God it is not the real F word.

Marin says "You know what it is Daddy." (Isn't that the perfect bait I might have bitten on if I were 20 years younger) "Yes, Marin. I know what it is, but I want you to tell me."

Finally, Emmy, unable to stand the tension yells out "It's fart Daddy. The F word is fart and Marin said it first."

And I breathe a sigh of relief.

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