Grandpa's Road Rage

This morning while we were getting ready to leave...

Kyla: "Mom, one time when I was riding in my Grandpa's truck he said bad words about the slow driver in front of him. Like the G word..."

Me: "G word?"

Kyla: "Oops, the J word. And he said the F word. And he said the H-A word."

Me: "H-A word?"

Kyla: "Ya, you know. H-A-T-E."

Sheesh Grandpa... It's a good thing she never hears her mother use those words...

Playing Marriage

Kyla got in trouble at daycare this week for kissing a boy.

When I quizzed her on it later, the explaination was that she was "playing marriage" with the boy and that to make the game real they had to kiss.

Perhaps now it's time to play divorce...