“I have no idea where she learned that word,” the mother says innocently

At dinner one night, we had potatoes and various vegetables with our meal. Seeing the proximity in color between the potatoes and cauliflower made me remember the time when my husband was heating up some left over mashed potatoes. Much to his chagrin while eating them, he discovered a rogue piece of cauliflower amongst his spuds, masterly disguising itself as a fellow tuber.

When I reminded him of that incident, my eight-year-old daughter said, “And when you found it, did you say,

Uhh…Come again?

Dinner table conversation:
V, six-years-old, to C, four-years-old: “Say WHORE. Here me? WHORE.”