Smart girl you've got there, Brooke. Hope you gave her a gold star.
I was driving around with my son, who was about four at the time, when a careless driver abruptly cut us off. As I yanked at the steering wheel to avoid a collision, I muttered some foul word under my breath. (Don't want my injudicious language getting back to Mom, y'know.) Suddenly, Isaac's little voice pipes up from the carseat mounted in the back seat of our car:
"Daddy! That car is a
schmuck!"
Stifling my laughter, I manage to grate, "Oh? How do you know?"
I could hear the pleasure and pride in his reply:
"Mommy told me!"
