...meaning funny things that kids say. (Further definition privided to preempt Ray's inevitable witty? remark about converations with attractive women.)
So we were sitting in traffic through several delays because of road construction, and our almost-three-year-old had been in his car seat long enough--fast becoming annoyed and annoying.
Since he is a Bob the Builder connoisseur, I started to play "I spy" to redirect his attention to the construction equipment.
"I spy Rolly!" I began.
"Daddy, I see Rolly!" he shouted.
"Rolly is the name on Bob the builder. Another word is roller."
"Oh."
"I spy Scoop!"
"I see Scoop, Daddy!"
"Scoop is the name on Bob the Builder. Another word is loader."
"Oh."
And so it went for a few more minutes.
Then we turned onto University, which runs through the TCU campus. We stopped at a crosswalk to let students cross, and Sister Roper said, "I can't believe how immodestly some of these students dress."
From the back seat, Little Roper yelled, "I spy a hooker!"
Sister Roper gasped and said, "Where did he learn that word?"
I replied, "And how did he know the right context to use it in?"
Little Roper yelled insistently, "Look! Daddy, look at the hooker!"
I looked in the direction he pointed, and saw a construction crane about a block away. The crane was using its large hook to move some materials.
Of course, we can never let him take his Lofty the Crane toy out in public because he now refers to it as "my little hooker."
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The ability to qualify for, receive, and act on personal revelation is the single most important skill that can be acquired in this life. - Julie Beck
If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude than the animated contest of freedom, go from us in peace. May your chains sit lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen! - Samuel Adams
Child thing #3 called trucks a four letter word as she was learning how to talk, and she would yell it at the top of her little lungs enthusiastically... "Look! A ****!" Yes, did it cause some blushing in Mrs. Cat Herder and myself until we were able to get her to learn how to say the word truck properly... Honestly, a simple pronounciation thing as the wrong word had and has never been uttered in our home...
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It seems to me the only thing you've learned is that Caesar is a "salad dressing dude."
My kids got me sponge bob pajama pants for Christmas. I purposely wear them whenever I can. My wife is mortified when members of the stake or bishopric come to visit.
Well, I bet they (and she) would be truly mortified if they came by for a visit and you weren't wearing any pajamas, let alone the spongebob pajamas...
Yea, it is sacrilege when thou has them to refrain from donning the holy vestments of the Great One who is yellow and square and who is a sponge and whose name is Bob... How be it thy wife knoweth not these things?
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It seems to me the only thing you've learned is that Caesar is a "salad dressing dude."
When I was the YM's president I had to chaperone a stake dance where the theme was Sponge Bob. Everything was decorated like Bikini Bottom and the youth and adults were encouraged to dress for the theme. I wore my sponge bob shirt and PJ pant bottoms that were Sponge Bob. One of the counsellors in the Stake Presidency gave me a bad time about wearing them. Of course he was the only adult there at the casual dress stake dance in his coat and tie! I did point out to him that they were sponge Bob bottoms and they went with the theme and were perfectly within the dress standards set by the Stake for this particular dance but he still looked at me funny the rest of the night.
I can still dream about having Spongebob clothing... the kids got me Homer Simpson slippers last Christmas... just not the same, and there is something a little disconcerting to look down and see Homer x 2 staring back at you and your legs sticking out of his(their) mouth(s).
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It seems to me the only thing you've learned is that Caesar is a "salad dressing dude."
btw, Roper's story reminds me of a funny family story we tell.
Back when my oldest daughter Katie was quite young and Becca (the second) was making a lot more messes than those she cleaned up, my wife and I were talking a bit too loosely and using the keyword "slut", which I used to use rather casually.
Katie interrupted us, "Mommy, what's a slut?"
We blushed and she explained, "It's a girl who makes a lot of really bad choices."
There was a pause and then, Katie asked, "Is Becca a slut?"
After we stopped laughing (probably the wrong response), we tried to explain that it had something to do with immodesty.
--Ray
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I'm not slow; I'm special. (Don't take it personally, everyone finds me offensive. Yet somehow I manage to live with myself.)
I can still dream about having Spongebob clothing... the kids got me Homer Simpson slippers last Christmas... just not the same, and there is something a little disconcerting to look down and see Homer x 2 staring back at you and your legs sticking out of his(their) mouth(s).
to look down and see Homer x 2 staring back at you and your legs sticking out of his(their) mouth(s). 
