Seriously.

On the way to the gym today...

Tal: Speed Limit 45 miles per hour. Slow down mom. Slow down! Slow Down!

Me: (Okay, starting to get irritated) Why Tal?

Tal: There's a sign that says slow down. You don't need to read the signs the rest of the way, I'll read them for you. 45 miles per hour. Crosswalk. One way. 45 miles per hour. 45 miles per hour. Stop. Lakeshore. Watch for standing water. Watch for ice on the bridge. Ice on the bridge. Ice on the BRIDGE! 45 miles per hour.

Naomi: Why do you keep saying 45 miles per hour?

Tal: Because its the best speed. Right mom?

Calvin: 45 miles per hour.

Naomi: Stop sign.

Talmage: One way. 45 miles per hour.

Calvin: Green Light. Red Light. Orange Light.

Our Modern Family Moment...

Last week after school Tal shared a new discovery with me.

Tal: Mom, I know why we're not supposed to point.

Me: Oh really? Why?

Tal: Because it means shit.

I laughed. I know I shouldn't have but it was really funny. Really, really funny. After I got it together, I explained to him that that is not what it means and explained a little about why we don't point and why we don't say that word. His response? Well, that's what all the kids in my class think it means. Nice. Really, nice.

It reminded me of another time last year. We were all sitting around watching a movie and out of nowhere...

Naomi: What the hell is that?

Andy and I: (dumbfounded silence and then...we laughed)

She did not like that at all. Apparently, an overly sensitive, highly emotional 5 year old girl does not appreciate being laughed at. But. It was funny.

I think the reason it is so funny is that my kids are clueless about cuss words so they just stick them into sentences randomly and completely nonchalantly. Good times. And funny. Really, really, funny.