I Knew This Day Would Come

The true story of my heroic (and successful) attempt not to bust out laughing at an inappropriate moment:

This evening Fiona and I were talking about the other kids at day care. She told me that "Christian always says 'not my problem.' You say something and he says 'not my problem.'"

I laughed a little, picturing a two year old who'd obviously picked something up from an older sibling, and then told Fiona "you know, that's not a nice thing to say. If you get bigger and say that a lot, people won't like to hear that."

"No," nodded Fiona. "It's not a nice word."

"That's right," I replied.

"You know what else is a bad word?" she asked.

"What?"

"Shit."