Gramma & I were on a drive with the kids. We stopped at a handmade candy store. Try as I might, I couldn't interest the children in the handmade candies--they all wanted Tootsie Roll Pops. I realized that they'd be a lot less messy than fudge anyway, so I acquiesced. Then I was driving down the road & heard this:

3 yo J: "Mama, Wacher won't give me back my f*cker!"

Me: [hoping that I heard dd incorrectly]  WHAT?!!!

J: "MAMA! Wacher won't give me back my f*cker!!!"

Me: [Trying not to laugh at the word that just came out of my pint-sized daughter's mouth] "Rachel won't give you back your sucker?!!"

J:  YES!! HER WON'T GIVE ME BACK MY F*CKER!!"

[me pulling over, and extricating said Tootsie Roll Pop from the 9-month old's mouth, who howls in protest, adding to the sticky brown drool dripping off her chin]

7 yo E decides to be helpful & interpret for me: "Mama, Joanna says 'sucker' like 'f*cker'."   Gramma & I stare at each other & try not to laugh (no, he really doesn't realize that's a bad word--one of the good things about homeschooling is that he's not as exposed to the profanity around us).

Me: "Thank you, E. I appreciate your help."

Good thing that since then, J has started pronouncing her "s"s, or else I was going to have to keep Tootsie Roll Pops away from her for a while!!