Curse words

We were in the car, on our way back from the lake. Millie was sleeping soundly and Bean was drawing pictures in her notebook. Bean began to struggle to get the cap off of a pen, when out of her sweet mouth I hear... "What the f**k?!"

"Bean!" I said, "What did you just say?"

"Heck", she answered. "I meant 'What the heck.'"

"Heck means the same as f**k," she went on to explain. "I'll just say 'heck' from now on."

"That's probably a good idea," I relied.

At least we reached a compromise.

On being helpful

We were at a music festival. A jazz band was doing their sound checks...

"One, two.... Check one two... Check one two three... Check one two"

When Bean stands up on her chair and yells, "Four! The next number is four!!!"

Ah... The joys of having a helpful four year old.