My oldest daughter’s birthday was yesterday. My parents gave her a set of little chicks. (Random? I know.)
All three girls were playing with them for a bit when I heard my seven-year-old say something that sounded horribly suspicious.
“Here’s your (something starting with an f and ending with -king) chicks.”
“What did you just say?!”
She repeated herself, but I needed a third time to truly understand the word, all the while thinking, “Where on earth did she hear this? Why would she be saying it?”
Finally, I understood: “Here’s your flicking chicks.” Then she demonstrated by setting one down and flicking it with her finger.
Whew! Crisis averted.