Amalia: Mom, (girl at her school) and I made a secret handshake today at recess!
Me: You did?! That's cool. Can you show it to me?
Amalia: (in a serious voice) No.
Me: Oh, okay.
Amalia: I forgot it.
Me: (smiling) Oh.
Amalia: (to herself in bed - in a robotic voice) Power down. Beeeoooo.
(While playing spy Barbies ...)
Baylor: I am calling you on my super secret radio phone. (speaking for his Ken doll, Joe)
Amalia: I hear you, Joe! I will contact you soon! Over and under!
(While waiting in the drop-off line at school ...)
Amalia: Mom, I don't get the f-word.
Me: (cautious) What is the f-word, sweetie?
Amalia: (exasperated) Mom! I don't wanna say it!
Me: Okay, can you spell it?
Amalia: F-U ...
(then my heart stopped)
Me: (super relieved) Oh, okay. So that is the F-word?
Amalia: Yeah, and kids at school say it!
Me: So is it bad when I say something smells "funky"?
Me: Okay. Is it bad when I say I am in a "funk"?
Me: Okaaaay ...
Amalia: We're here! Bye, Mommy! Love you, love you, love you!
(still have no idea)