Zaffy overheard me say that a guy on television was sexy. Of course, she asked right away, “what’s sexy?” I said, “it means attractive.” She said, “what’s attractive?” I said, “it means cute.” She said, “so babies are sexy?”
Now, this would have been the perfect time to stop and straighten out the mess I just created. But, of course, I don’t do that.
Instead, I said, “Zaff, I’m sorry. Sexy is a big word that grownups use.”
She shot me an annoyed look (she recognizes lazy parenting) and said, “Not that big! It’s only four letters!”
OMG that is awesome. “So babies are sexy?” I would just die laughing to hear you say that she saw a baby in a stroller at the grocery store and said Awww, that baby is so sexy! Oh the looks you would get!
No, what she actually said, just last week in fact, was, “Wow! Look at those hot heart snaps in that sexy baby’s dreads! Are those glow-in-the-dark beads? That’s fresh!”
Yes, and we are now dealing with that darn song, “I’m sexy and I know it”. OK from a seven year old at home, in the grocery store, not so much.
Georges, don’t let me near your children when we see you!
Wiggle wiggle wiggle yeah! Wiggle wiggle wiggle yeah.