Somewhere along the way, my kids have picked up the word “booty.” Not from me. No really, I can’t remember an occasion I’ve ever used the word, at least not before the kids brought it home. I don’t even know which one of them brought it home. They may not share their toys, the couch, oxygen, or other stuff very well much of the time, but strange new and inappropriate language, they’re all over sharing that stuff.
So now I have to listen to my two little people talk about “shaking their booty,” and “don’t touch my booty,” and “my booty is naked,” and sadly “Mommy your booty is so big!”
Sigh, it reminds me of the time my son came home and proudly announced that he had learned the sign for a really bad word. Then he showed me the finger. He likes to share that bit of information around. Thank goodness he doesn’t know the actual word yet – at least I don’t think he knows it. But it’s just a matter of time. And then they will share.